Afternoon of March 18, 2026

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

her breath -

the air i

become

~Vijay Prasad

GPS

when did I stop

leading my life

~Anne Fox

Empty sidewalks feel

like sitting in the closet

with a bottle of spiced rum.

Unnatural, disgustingly comfortable,

That place I can easily go back to,

Time and again.

~R.C. McClennen

rain-glazed streets

a sax solo drifts

from an open window

~Joseph P. Wechselberger

his death poem

scribbled on a napkin

hospice

~Joseph P. Wechselberger

letting my guard down

I get sick

every school holiday

~Jennifer Gurney

heard there was

a power vacuum for

exclusionary journals

please consider us for your

next impersonal form rejection


~Jerome Berglund

holy war swiss accounts

~Jerome Berglund

needles of ice in the peace march wind


~John Hawkhead

counselling a word to the whys


~John Hawkhead

as if there was not a worry migrating geese


~Mona Bedi

all the stars i never saw insomnia


~Mona Bedi

sea glass what the years make of us


~Mona Bedi

fading Polaroids of my childhood

~Joseph P. Wechselberger

bus(k) stop no one paying to get on board

~Debbie Strange

a flood of lies we lose the (moral) high ground

~Debbie Strange

social media all the time we spend quiddling . . .

~Debbie Strange

still searching

in all poinsettias

a deserted love

~Tejendra Sherchan

fish curry

the cat licking

the empty bowl

~Debarati Sen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Afternoon of March 17, 2026

 

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the woman

who never wanted

children

now tired

of tending her houseplant

~Ruth Holzer

boxing up my books

someone else will do it

the next time

~Ruth Holzer

lauded

for their warriorship

state-sponsored rapists

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

100 copies

the day we became

the enemy from within

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

for the love

of burning oil in the morning

the chaos theory

~Wanda Amos

for over three decades

bigwigs run our state in turn

leaving trillions in debts...

and we continue to toil

in the Animal Farm

~Tejendra Sherchan

winter morn pretending we’re not sliding downhill

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

he's 45 minutes away

from his first Gaelic punchline

~Patrick Sweeney

from the back row:

what if I don't want to be myself!

~Patrick Sweeney

the deep biology of her smile

~Patrick Sweeney

suspecting some Upper Paleolithic trauma in the bloodline

~Patrick Sweeney

when you've no idea what you're doing

you've a better chance

of writing a masterpiece

~Patrick Sweeney

I keep waiting for you

to turn on the light

until I notice

that my eyes are closed.

~Noah Berlatsky

my wristwatch cursed

the hands stuck on midnight

witching hour forever


~Brian Rosenberger

tide pool

a crab

between shells


~Elliot Diamond

raining

cats and dogs

taking shelter

~Jennifer Gurney

We Are

aggregates of atoms

constellations coalesced

that get to feel

the burning arc

of stars.

~dan smith

Inventory

going through my old poems

it hits me    erasure

is the way to go

~dan smith

reinvent yourself

the last AI command

ever made by Man

~Douglas J. Lanzo

Unclaimed

The tether snaps. The blue dot shrinks. The shuttle fades. The void refuses.

~Outis

 

 

 

 

Afternoon of March 12, 2026

 

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Monoglot

I don't know what you're talking about.

~Noah Berlatsky

A Different Kind of News

As the Aral Sea is replenished

As Nigeria eliminates malaria

As Chile puts an end to leprosy

As Croatia clears all landmines

As Libya gets rid of trachoma

Wild tigers are returning to Kazakhstan

~Olinda Ninolakis

praying for peace

marching for justice

I want my country back

~Jennifer Gurney

auctioning

off our souls

war

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

ten years old

Paris runway

to the Max

~Jennifer Gurney

Kissing to make up

Then going to bed

In separate rooms

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

The fence follows the road;

the road follows the fence;

cattle push through the fence

and cross the road

to follow the grass

greener on the other side.

~Diane Webster

Jet trails streak parallel

lines across the sky;

the grocery cart wheels

track water marks

from a mudpuddle

in the parking lot.

~Diane Webster

storm split mimosa

and nowhere anyone

to blame

~Patrick Sweeney

doodling in the profit margins

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

counting now on the kids who wouldn't stay in line



~Patrick Sweeney