Morning of September 14, 2025

 

Smoking

My father’s eyes flash lava

and his pipe erupts

with smoke and ash.

Volcanic smoke dims life and hope.

One day, we’ll see a fertile earth.

If only we survive.

~Nolcha Fox

Exasperation

is inspiration

sitting on its butt.

~Nolcha Fox

heavy burden

on tree arms

shoefiti

~Pegah Rahmati Nezhad

a reverse hourglass

i think of

illusion of time

~Pegah Rahmati Nezhad

in my dustpan

untouched by the broom

moonlight

~John J. Dunphy

I see her in birds

magpies, in particular

the blue & the white

~Stephen Ground

she grabbed her walker

& rolled right out the front door

destined for the sea

~Stephen Ground

she ran her fingers

through his bird's nest of a beard

& pulled out an egg


~Stephen Ground

windshield rain

this season of

goodbyes

~John Pappas

evening news

another reason for

another drink

~John Pappas

winter solstice

a short message

after the tone

~John Pappas

last fly

of the season

the smell

of coming winter

at the window


~Ron Scully

 

daylight savings

must come out of the long night's

deep pockets


~Ron Scully

the lawnmower

finds my lost trowel


~Belinda Behne

i enter the wind to become less

~Vijay Prasad

hats off to the ungovernable wind

~Patrick Sweeney

overdue nowhere

wolf spider

in the plastic tub

~Patrick Sweeney

gone ten thousand years

the back door left

wide-open

~Patrick Sweeney

 

Afternoon of September 11, 2025

finding one’s lost self cue the tiny violin

~Peter Jastermsky

umbilical cord she releases the rest of him

~Peter Jastermsky

approaching ICE anyone anytime

~Peter Jastermsky

playing it safe

reservations for one

at an all-night diner

~Peter Jastermsky

Wednesday…

a fly in the middle

of everything

~Sharon Ferrante

somewhere deep inside the question of my destination

~Arvinder Kaur

no one notices

a firefly’s passing

star filled night

~Arvinder Kaur

sky haze

melts into gray waves

smudges horizon

~Janet Ruth Heller

full moon

through the hollow chimney

a wolf howls

~Jennifer Gurney

Ass

If there is no ass, there is no revolution.

Ass- the backbone of civilization.

~Partha Sarkar

hailing so hard

a hole

in his ego

~Bipasha Majumder (De)

drizzle . . .

a dragon

dies

~Bipasha Majumder (De)

cattle truck moans nothing we could do

~John Hawkhead

blistering heat

still no end in sight

to the killing

~John Hawkhead

declining sun

shadow fingers stretch

over a mass grave

~John Hawkhead

a hungry drain bares

teeth of water

slowly I disappear

~Patrick G. Roland

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Afternoon of September 10, 2025

 

chagas

screw worm

and bad teeth

~dan smith

AI Theology-

its thoughts of God

are of itself

~dan smith

cat turd

plenty left for a fly

to digest

~Randy Brooks

wet with dog slobber

her sock monkey’s smile

a loose red thread

~Randy Brooks

corn husk doll

with no face

her selfie friend

~Randy Brooks

Evicted

I protest against imperialism

and am evicted by my own shadow.

~Partha Sarkar

growing up

there wasn't anybody solving for x in my house

~Patrick Sweeney

he admitted to asking A.I. all kinds of existentially impossible questions

~Patrick Sweeney

strange

this need to take

a side

~Patrick Sweeney

ripe grapes

the unexpected praise

from her mother-in-law

~Boryana Boteva

each sporting

a vacuum sealed

portable ocean

~Richard Magahiz

the thin line

of masked troopers

splashed in love potion

~Richard Magahiz

it was no contest

those lips the

color of Mars

~Richard Magahiz

Saturn spinning to Put a Ring on It

~Martina Matijević

in another life I'm aboard the Enterprise

~Martina Matijević

everything orbits something law of the universe

~Tejendra Sherchan

those rusty chains for the drive axles

must've been to Mars and back

~Patrick Sweeney

if you ever feel small think of Pluto

~Martina Matijević

cosmic imperialism

our universe continues

to expand

~John J. Dunphy

moon landing what if I have to pee

~Martina Matijević

Stars

Of the seven

Unbroken promise

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

New Journal: Circle of Salt

 

Send up to 3 unpublished pieces of esoteric poetry, prose, personal essay,

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Afternoon of September 6, 2025

 

transient history drained pale and empty

~Scott Holstad

GENETIC CODE = EXTINCTION [Binary Code Poem Series]

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~Scott Holstad

predestined shoes

little boy sez

// <but mama>

// if they’re always & forever, where do

     >>>                s0les 

// come from before they become us?

~Scott Holstad

french fries

the pigeon’s time square

in beer cans

~Elliot Diamond

 

 

the numbers after

a decimal point…

endless pi

~Elliot Diamond

new horizons . . .

the evolution

from spoon to spork

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

wardrobe update . . .

i crochet myself

a wise woman’s shawl

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

hearthfire . . .

the clockwise stir

of a mouse

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

baseball dads

we discuss our pre-son

bellies

~Joshua St. Claire

boardroom

the-before-and-after

of his bad breath

~Joshua St. Claire

cantaloupe sky

the just-so

of his dog’s porcelain teacup

~Joshua St. Claire

crimson tide

a seagull pecks

at a tampon

~Adele Evershed

chokeberries…

the Man tries to strangle

Epstein survivors

~Adele Evershed

rubber dinghy

only I’m between

migrant and immigrant

~Adele Evershed

political fog

imagining ourselves

in Canada

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

autumn equinox

looking at my beer glass

half full

~Oscar Luparia

Curly's response

to tyranny

'nyuk, nyuk, nyuk'

~Patrick Sweeney

in an unsanctioned state

mowing circles 'round each and every dandelion

~Patrick Sweeney

perplexing how charlatans with the kaboom gene

get millions to participate in their madness

'Another one of the oddities,' says Mr. Wise

~Patrick Sweeney

fridgelit floor

a silvery flake —

wriggle jiggle writhe

~Nicholas De Marino

shorn

bee mumbles

on autumn shore

~Nicholas De Marino

a prose poem

on the vulture refusing

politicians

~Tejendra Sherchan

rebranding department of war now

~Tejendra Sherchan

I disrobe into a misprinted vowel

~Vijay Prasad

Autumn heat

Somewhere between you and me

Distant moon

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

Unsure if I miss it . . .

The spiced disarray

Of a coffee shop

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

The unknown

Ideas used for a map

In the dizzy night

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

missile fall

stray dogs and bodies

in the street

~M. R. Pelletier

border crossing
 

the weight

of the sun

~M. R. Pelletier

objectively

calling an invader

a soldier

~Jerome Berglund

there!

in a brush of streetlight

van Gogh sunflowers

hollandaise sauce

~Shane Coppage & Jerome Berglund

the bad

comes with the good

joined at the head

~Jerome Berglund

I dreamed I was a sack of clothes.

And woke and did not know

where to drop my bones.

~Noah Berlatsky

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border crossing

an elephant stamps

my passport

~Colleen M. Farrelly

climate change

a flooded trunk

the elephant in the room

~Robert Witmer

Angles of Doubt

equilateral: a triangle with all angles equal to 60 degrees

symmetry

isosceles: a triangle with two congruent sides

the wandering eyes

obtuse: a triangle with an angle greater than 90 degrees

I pretend not to notice

~Colleen M. Farrelly

tinkling triangles

the Pythagorean orchestra

a roomful of squares

~Robert Witmer

twilight

falls into the pond

a last lotus blossom

on an unfinished poem

~Colleen M. Farrelly

bodies entwined

the last dance of the wasp

with the spider

~Melissa Dennison

the rhythm and clank

of magnets

I disappear through a wormhole

~Melissa Dennison

end of the season

the days are getting shorter

little by little

our shadows lengthen

before disappearing

 

fin de saison

les jours raccourcissent

petit à petit

nos ombres s’allongent

avant de s’estomper

 ~Marie Derley

Past and Future Writer’s Block

 

If future me had a time machine

I would come back to present me

and offer inspiration.

~Noah Berlatsky

another troubled summer sleepless flies

~Robert Witmer

heading north great white sharks

~Tejendra Sherchan

thought a staircase ending mid air

~Vijay Prasad

full of himselfie

~Robert Witmer

starlight all the gods of aliens

~Anne Fox

 

golden field -

the courage to be light

in a world turmoil

~Maria Cristina Pulvirenti

her sunglasses

blocking out the U-me

~Richard L. Matta

frozen account

a bitcoin bounces

at the bank

~Richard L. Matta

panning for gold

near the bank

the river of time

~Robert Witmer

thickly layered paint

war and peace

every time a bit different

~Maya Daneva

Ekphrastic

gnostic reading

my paintin' shoes

are canvas too

~dan smith

1980

in my best party dress

I change parties

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

church service

MAGA supporters

and opponents

pray to

the same God

~John J. Dunphy

birdsong…

the many names of god

decreasing daily

~Anne Fox

almost home

the ever-moving edge

of other

~Anne Fox

 

my life

a raindrop

on its way to a flood

~Robert Witmer