Afternoon of March 9, 2024

d r i f t i n g  fog

I try to touch it—

see what it knows

how enchanting

to be

intangible

~Sharon Ferrante

beauty behind bars

the well-composed face

of the cello

~Robert Witmer

broken peace symbol

without a leg

to stand on

~Robert Witmer

void context screaming out of burned down kibbutz

~Roman Lyakhovetsky

clueless he's already

immortalized in my senryu-

the road bully

~Roman Lyakhovetsky

a moth

asleep

in the spider's hammock

~Robert Witmer

a lobster boiling, unaware

of course

death has many names

~Tiffany Elise

the ways we hate why the moon hides

~Tiffany Elise

a human

but also

an orchid

~Tiffany Elise

to feel peace

again

poppies bloom

~Tiffany Elise

ginger in my tea

and ginger in my ale too

never too much gin...   ger.

~Charles A. Perrone

the noiseless tenor of his way

playing second fiddle

in a one-man band

~Robert Witmer

a few ducks on thin ice quacking

~Robert Witmer

a giant flag

full of wind

used cars

~Robert Witmer

on the edge

of my universe

I push return

~Sharon Ferrante

Evening of March 5, 2024

Thought Experiment

the

chrome

clockwork

Buddha rose

trailing flowering

vines it took to the open road

how many miles to nirvana it asked all it met

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

The land that is behind me.

Walking to the corner shop

and back.

~Mark Gilbert

artificial rose—

her face conforms

to society's norms

~Mark Gilbert

hunger moon needing dough

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

hobo jungle midnight coyote howl

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

Dog Park Theology

The gate is open.

You can go in

if you are good.

~Noah Berlatsky

this

lump

below

my shoulder

a wire in my heart

in ancient days I'd be long dead

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

no longer suicidal

the 70-year-old now content

just to wait

~John J. Dunphy

human geography

searching

for the sweet spot

~Mark Gilbert

                                               

soaring above

our neighbors' MAGA flag
                                         

a rainbow kite

~John J. Dunphy

wharf is not a dock

wharves are not some landing strips

both are more mystery

~Charles A. Perrone

My Favorite Monster

Comes out only at night

Has glowing red eyes

Is 20 feet tall

(six meters)

Breathes radioactive fire

Only stomps Billy's house

And Ed's, a little bit

Never forgets Monster's Day at school

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

men with guitars

passing their emotions

thru an amp

~Mark Gilbert

“happy next birthday”

he knows something

you don't

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

america,

artless

art

~Mark Gilbert

To Do List

Write a poem

~Noah Berlatsky

Afternoon of March 4, 2024

the humming

of stars

in Ursa major

~Linda L Ludwig

rumcake for breakfast / maybe inebriation / better two servings

~Charles A. Perrone

Gaudy ring

Confirms betrothed

Cuts glass and heart

~Suzanne S. Austin-Hill

celebrating

chemical reactions

garage floor rags

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

one after the other

I call on the spirit

of my siblings

in heart and mind

they guide me

~Anne Curran

reviving the lost practice of gazing out windows

~Patrick Sweeney

remembering the chalk-sized yellow teeth of the ragman's horse

~Patrick Sweeney

the importance of prime numbers after we're gone

~Patrick Sweeney

another question with no real interest in an answer

~Patrick Sweeney

he seemed to always have hard rain on his roof

~Patrick Sweeney

The cow in the middle of a crowded road

The cow on a crowded road.

Rush by her the citizens of a moribund city.

The cow is in her pregnancy, ruminates indifferently

Ignoring them by thinking

As if the rushing skeletons do nothing but run to and fro

Without thinking why to rush and when to stop.

After a while she crosses the road leaving a message -

If they do not ruminate the future,

One there will be indigestion in development

And pride.

~Partha Sarkar

depression

the desire to give up

every dawn

~Leela Satyan

kintsugi

what coffee does

to my soul

~Leela Satyan

icicle

the agony of hanging

upside down

~Leela Satyan

An Indian Intellectual

The silent coffin with clamorous dead in the womb full of white fumes.

And all doors are open when

All round faces which were once flattened

Try to find out how many gamblers there are in the alleys of escapism

To sell the hollow backbone

And are very happy all dead of the world who

Burn skins with obscene conversation by chewing quids

and break the placid slumber of the lake

Yet none know how much responsible is for eczema the discount on body lotion.

~Partha Sarkar

so short so easy?

haiku writing in the moment

the juxtaposition

of a blank mind

with a white page

~Wanda Amos

this rusty heart

is closed

but never locked

~Wanda Amos

Afternoon of March 3, 2024

Postapocalyptic Rerun

Stone Age redux

Flintstones fans

get a Fred start

~John H. Dromey

Bread and Butter Logic

let a diner whose

manners are impeccable

cast the first scone

~John H. Dromey

Full Wheel on Display

blue moon

for limited time only

blue cheese

~John H. Dromey

I thought I was broken

like a pot with no handles.

I thought I was broken

like the sky spitting out birds.

I thought I was broken like

thoughts cracking open.

And in each shell a mandible.

And in each mandible a shard.

~Noah Berlatsky

Intimate venue?

Reading from wooden pallet

in a parking lot

~Keith Snow

Some count sheep to sleep

I was counting syllables

While I was sleeping

~Keith Snow

In my haiku dream

searching for seasonal words

 find thyme finally

~Keith Snow

switching off

airplane mode

time

to let the world

back in

~Nicola Schaum

swimming pool

I clean the death trap

bugs and butterflies

~Nicola Schaum

twisted ovary

like a lamb

to slaughter

hoping

for a miracle

~Nicola Schaum

he loves me. . .

                  running 

                          out 

                               of 

                                   petals

                                            ... not 

~Nicola Schaum

dark corners

I need a spider

to catch my flies

~Kimberly Kuchar

all along

my dreams were made of lead

Maltese Falcon

~Kimberly Kuchar