Afternoon of January 11, 2026

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

half full

or half empty

old diary

~Jackie Chou



begging the nurse

to use a small needle

thorny roses

~Jackie Chou




puppy breeding

poems produced

not written

~Jackie Chou




winter cape

his avatar of me

as superwoman

~Jackie Chou




I collect


I collect defeated flowers

and keep them in the volatile vase.

~Partha Sarkar




letting the horses out attic door


~Kimberly Kuchar




drones…

born to copulate and die
 

~Wanda Amos




History Of Rock and Roll

Part 1


Tight pants boys

haunt and flaunt.

Loose lip girls

tease and please.

The music only

changes beats

every so many decades.


~R. Gerry Fabian




a star orbits another one my love for you


~Tejendra Sherchan




every time a train whistles: fernweh

~Arvinder Kaur




Amanda Gorman

said it for us

fiercely Good

~Jennifer Gurney





a young lizard

I wonder about its long tail

basking in the winter sun

~Tejendra Sherchan






In The Distance


All the pretty painted horses -

white, red, yellow and green -

going round and round

and up and down.

The glitz and glamor

is intoxicating

like sparkling seltzer spritzer.

Within the dizzying reverberations,

joy jostles and jumps.


~R. Gerry Fabian






rain in the house

all my books

start to talk

~Emil Karla




you won't do it, will you?

the worried disbelief

that makes him do it

~Emil Karla




just toy soldiers

endless echoes

of forever wars

~Stephanie Zepherelli




Dead


Despite

different structures,

Dead remain dead.

~Partha Sarkar




Cardamon black tea

A cup savored

When the world is chilled

~Sarah Mahina Calvello




Where

do we die

when we go?

~Nicholas De Marino

 

 

 

 

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Afternoon of January 8, 2026


Hurry! Submissions open through January 9.



          this year

    I will remember

to eat the panettone


~Tony Williams




everyone wants to know why

she's keeping her first dream

to herself

~Patrick Sweeney




there's no sitting down in my mind

~Patrick Sweeney




a twisted sycamore branch in the snow

how right they were about me

~Patrick Sweeney




never to return

she prepares her trip

to settle in Mars

flowers already begin

to bloom there

~Tejendra Sherchan




piano recital

second-chance student

taller than the rest


~Randy Brooks




the night before Christmas

a flea was silently

stirring

~Randy Brooks




food for thought

his namesake nibbles

on GMOs

~Peter Jastermsky




burnt butter

the sun leans in

a bit closer

~Peter Jastermsky




three pops democracy lies bleeding

~Melissa Dennison




ICE shoots to kill

America declares war

on America

~Patricia Carragon




family photo album gliding through my traumatic stages of adolescence

~Martina Matijević



Negotiation 101 the exam our world failed twice

~Martina Matijević




A Few Reminders


The Art of Haiku open now


https://artofhaiku.org/entry/




The Solitary Daisy wants haiku related to the New Year, deadline Jan 14


https://thesolitarydaisy.ca/2025/12/issue-65-moon-haiku/




Haikuniverse open for your submissions


https://haikuniverse.com/submit/




The English-Speaking Union of Japan accepting poems through Jan 25


https://www.esuj.gr.jp/event/5_index_detail.php

 

 

Afternoon of January 7, 2026

 

quantum blackjack

quantum blackjack

my cards add up to 21

for a moment

~John J. Dunphy




bankruptcy

my mail box filled with

credit card offers

~John J. Dunphy




tattoo of a fairy

its nose red

from a mosquito bite

~John J. Dunphy




hospice vigil

dying man asks

a relative to pray

in a lower voice

~John J. Dunphy



rushing to shine

before city lights are on

the full moon

~Tejendra Sherchan




independent cinema

brought to you

by the deep state

it's ostensibly

criticizing

~Jerome Berglund




Middle age is when

half the funerals

are for someone younger.


~Jeffrey Taylor




I Reside in Metaphor


Like god

Like family

Like anything

More abstract

Than the present

Moment

~Scott Parker




On Being a Poet


I didn't write this line,

but I did have the chance

to read it first.

~Scott Parker




Here we go

Another shift

In the paradigm

~Sarah Mahina Calvello




in season utter nonsense


~Roberta Beach Jacobson




the world as it was

when i was young

city fog

~Gareth Nurden




stained curtain,

Grilled window, Light pollution.

But beyond that

- the cosmos.

~David Mitchell




rhythm

from his brown eyes...

the violinist

~Fatma Zohra Habis




on the eighth day

he created the wind

and it blew me away

~Bonnie J Scherer




out for the count five fleas

~Barrie Levine




2026

an accident

that didn’t wait to happen


~Barrie Levine

 


 









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