Afternoon of November 13, 2025

record what I say

asleep     some are

old passwords

~Richard Magahiz

 

accumulations

of matter that's why

we date

~Richard Magahiz

climaxes

the first six orbits

then off for twelve

~Richard Magahiz

satin paramecium slippers

~Richard Magahiz

papa's whereabouts

just one thing

the twelfth Imam knew

~Richard Magahiz

geraniums

common sense is a flower

too often ignored

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

a monster

guzzling trees...

pooping buildings

in a drawing

i can't forget

~Pegah Rahmati Nezhad,

this obsession

to write my poetry

on the pebbles

while my world is busy

collecting treasures

~Tejendra Sherchan

door number three

all that’s left

of my choices

~Anne Fox

rising

against gravity

a conspiracy

of birdsong

~Anne Fox

universe

the poem I bring back

from the stars

~Anne Fox

power outage

I curl up

in the cat’s lap

~Anne Fox

friendsgiving

a hodgepodge of chairs

around the table

~Anne Fox

black friday

merchants set up tables

in the temple

~Anne Fox

snow moon

white poppy seed packets

taped to the fridge

~Anne Fox

sweet tea

she thickens her accent

for the audition

~Anne Fox

last call

she goes home with

the smell of smoke

~Anne Fox

they say

we are made of

stardust

~Tejendra Sherchan

'Luck up' in the coal mines...

and prayers for the souls of dragonflies

~Patrick Sweeney

the wind

answered

the leaf

~Patrick Sweeney

leaves are down:

the perching owl is now the white of a broken sycamore limb

~Patrick Sweeney

daily's entire page

detailing how some people

become noncitizens

~Tejendra Sherchan

woodpeckers

sound the alarm

holes in hollow men

~Robert Witmer

empty pockets

a fresh start

on the clothesline

~Robert Witmer

notes

for a climate plan

musical chairs

~Robert Witmer

memory

a tainted sample

of DNA

~Robert Witmer

wine

on the periodic table

a philosopher's stone

~Robert Witmer

'Every now and then, ' he said, 'I want to make a break for it'

~Patrick Sweeney

no eclectics in cults

~dan smith

soulmates, easier than finding shrinks


~Sarah Mahina Calvello

fuzzy slippers a hibernation starts

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

graduation photo her failed dreams in chiaroscuro

~Martina Matijević

Death is a room.


~Mykyta Ryzhykh

The iron of dreams. Erosion.

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

Morning of November 9, 2025

dream logic

how a sentence ends

in moss

~John Pappas

autumn’s end

the maple gives me

a parking ticket

~John Pappas

visiting

the land of the free

the anxiety

of crossing

a border

~Wanda Amos

 

bank loan

the river borrows back

from the sea

~Jiel Narvekar

as the country burns

Burger King eats KFC

his feast, our famine

~Patricia Carragon

filling the distance timelapse

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

falling leaves the silence of connotations

~Arvinder Kaur

must stop thinking of naps

as a dereliction of duty

~Patrick Sweeney

black hole in our galaxy statehood

~Tejendra Sherchan

learning to play everything

Al Hirt played somewhere

over the rainbow

~Randy Brooks

 

hamburger held open

I let her steal

my pickles

~Randy Brooks

home from swimming

the bathroom dance

for ear drops

~Randy Brooks

 

 

Morning of November 5, 2025

 

 

Prehibernation

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Most of Us

I’m not a poet anyone will mourn,

there will be no elegies.

My words won’t linger very long

before their vanishing.

That’s the fate of most of us,

with small talent, no legacy.

So if you read this, think of me

a little while alone.

~Noah Berlatsky

The man arrested stole the candy bar,

But it was halloween,

and he was allergic to chocolate.

~Shawn Scott Smith

dreams of a sweet treat

hidden in the back of fridge

devoured by others

~Joanne Macias

crying child

clings to his handcuffed dad

the arresting ICE agents

their hearts

unmelted


~John J. Dunphy

conservative activist —

flying around the country

to share her message that

a woman's place

is in the home

~John J. Dunphy

our priorities

before and after

January 6

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

as I sleep

an extinct bug

bites my neck

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

a dragon's life is always lonely

unless people are hungry

and want s'mores

~Joanne Macias

enter a new world

yet it still feels familiar

deep inside your soul

realising we are not

so different after all

~Joanne Macias

dangers lurk above

tree canopies interlock

breathing in nature

~Joanne Macias

hurtling at the speed

of 2.1 million km per hour

our Milky Way

~Tejendra Sherchan

time bending brain :: brain bending time

~Roberta Beach Jacobson