Afternoon of May 12, 2026

 

Welcome, Friend

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

One 

The very one who self becomes, a self of always, a that, a part of some moment in a

maybe….walks with his shadow holding hands.

~jon vlahos

The Little Agony

The little agony appeals, a screaming flower afraid in the wind, like tiny moments holding hands

to stay alive….bruised cheeks pulling up a smile that bleeds.

~jon vlahos

statue

wearing iron-framed glasses

with no glasses

~Tejendra Sherchan 

gas-lit tongues

lashing out

dark night

~Kavita Ratna

who goes on top 

settling it

in our grave

~John Hawkhead

war updates

numberless stars

born today

~Bipasha Majumder (De)

I must stop asking mathematicians

about the integer zero

~Patrick Sweeney

under authoritarian rule

he goes right on C-spiking the free radicals

~Patrick Sweeney

putting things inside other things

is one way to get through the day

~Patrick Sweeney

passing the second bookmark in my used copy of Catch-22

~Patrick Sweeney

the clipped nails of the fatalistic traveler

~Patrick Sweeney

tomato plant

tied to its stake by

mom's rosary

~John J. Dunphy

“no kings” rallies

250 years

after we first said it

~Douglas J. Lanzo

I've drunk the wine 

and the owl is quiet 

—empty page 

~Sharon Ferrante 

another day

not one haiku 

in my pond 

~Sharon Ferrante 

low on sage…

fifty monsters 

in the cabinet 

~Sharon Ferrante 

never say never mind

~Barrie Levine

Afternoon of May 9. 2026

 

The Love Buggy

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

Google

the kitchen

of the Internet,

why did I come

here again?

~Keith Snow

in the blink of an eye

borrowing billions

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

peace march

no need for tear gas

to cry

marche pour la paix

pas besoin de gaz lacrymogènes

pour pleurer

~Marie Derley

a headless doll

all the faces of war

~Arvinder Kaur

neighbour’s tree

what forbidden apples look like 

~Arvinder Kaur

there till the poem lasts dandelion clock

~Arvinder Kaur

fully loaded

dandelion clock

flight check

~Randy Brooks

 

country-fried steak

two shakes of jalapeño juice

like grandpa

~Randy Brooks

 

the way his bandana

calls more attention

to his toothless smile

~Robert Epstein

new buds

the balder I get

the longer my beard

~Robert Epstein

just retired

filling her appt. book

with smiley faces

~Robert Epstein

when we switch

into a two-for-one

singularity

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

only the perfect 

cookies for my one true love 

singularity 

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

the skull-shaped urn

might have been a mistake

your eyes follow me

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

The Last Robot 

The sun grew large and red

Earth now its closest satellite

humanity long extinct 

the last robot surrendered 

to the small eaters 

last as they had been first 

ten billion years before 

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

daybreak —

an outer space star

sets earth rock ablaze

~Sarah Mirabile-Blacker

Five Fleas Swag

https://www.zazzle.com/store/five_fleas

Morning of May 8, 2026

 

from the voice

within my mind

cuckoo song

~albert schlaht

Cold Comfort

My skeleton, Bob

But three jumpers on,

He said it was just the job,

Now that all his flesh has gone.

~Bernard Pearson

the donkey tethered

to it's shadow

coast road

~Gareth Nurden

heat lightning bugs 

~Ed Bremson, MFA

insomnia

I hear stars whirling

in the dark

~Marie C Lecrivain

April shower

an intermission

between conflicts

~Marie C Lecrivain

capsized boat

her arms still wrapped around

the child

~Debarati Sen

inspiration

is everywhere

when you open your eyes

and see

that it is not very inspiring

~Noah Berlatsky

cloud forest

the woolly monkey's

thumbs like ours

~Ruth Holzer

world in flames watching a movie

~Ruth Holzer

Out back

in the back

lot of a

closed-down

studio

he found

some

moving

pictures.

~Mark Young

 

This poem is a note on this poem

She found it unicorned inside the

hiding-place of those animals

that did not make it onto the Ark.

~Mark Young

THE LATE, VERY GREAT MOLLY LUFT

(b. 3/19/1944, d. 11/24/2010)

Have you, pray tell, ever heard of Molly Luft

Who passed last November twenty-fourth?

Widely hailed as "Germany's fattest whore,"

A heroic figure, renowned in Teutonic lore, 

Treasured icon of trash TV and other media --

This was Molly, according to Wikipedia.

She weighed one hundred-eighty kilo in her prime

And, sad to say, she died well before her time

Because, though she was nicely toned and buffed,

There was just too much Molly…and too little Luft.

~Elliot Wilner

his shuffle

fermented

by aging 

~Ingrid Bruck

all the hills 

surrounding my native village 

ravaged by landslides——

even after I wake up 

my limbs tremble 

~Tejendra Sherchan 

Books

The house came into the dream.

The walls of book, floor of book,

my uncle complaining about a burning

furore in his chest and I said, "Find

the right book, the one you have been

seeking, remove it from the pile,

and the structure will collapse"

That would have released the house, him,

and tonight I might have a blank dream.

~Kushal Poddar

I don’t want it to be fine 

Because fine is not enough 

~jon vlahos

scrapyard

the fallen ones

still burning

~Joanna Ashwell

 

even an ellipsis can’t save us … dawn

~Joanna Ashwell

 

penny lane

no room here

for inflation

~Joanna Ashwell

stuck again

the glue

of thought 

~M. R. Pelletier