Morning of May 25, 2024


 

 

enemy soldiers stationed on an island

sailed a motorboat to a local bar

at the end of the world

~Fhen M




battle fatigue a spoonful of jam or two in the smallest cup

~Alan Summers




somewhere in the southern mountain

a Hollywood actor used a binocular

to measure the speed of a fake enemy ship

~Fhen M




warring neighbours

the oak and banyan meet

over the wall

~Ranu Jain




child warriors Molotov mocktails

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




summit—

the diplomat adds rum

to her coffee

~Sharon Ferrante




The Argonaut Octopus Detaches his Loaded Arm


Socially distanced sex makes babies too.

Masks optional.

~Cheryl Snell




how did it feel

dear moon

the rocket on your skin?

~Ranu Jain




weeding

in the herb garden —

it’s not rocket

~Mark Gilbert




Curtain Call



Summer concert in the round. 

Mad applause.

Reviews noted that

no mosquitoes survived.

~Cheryl Snell




skeletons rose from a forgotten graveyard

no fresh flowers were offered to the dead

~Fhen M




The 30th Month


the waiting room crosses over


its magazines updated

its puzzles solved


an inner hurricane

by the sunset


black new moon

all our names pass

through shadows

~Alan Summers




what does it matter antimatter anyway

~Mark Gilbert




They this They that They are Whoever you want Them to be

~Mark Gilbert




We Leave a Screening of Real Genius When Someone Yells Fire


...and we’re running

past extinguishers and alarms,

watching the theater explode with popcorn,

kernels rising into the damaged sky 

like so much applause.

~Cheryl Snell



Afternoon of May 22, 2024


 

 

 

 

 

 

The Commitmentphobe

~Kelly Moyer 

Photography available here


 





 summer squall

a sudden flurry

of fast food napkins

~John Pappas




Manunggul jar ferries a soul

to the land of the dead

~Fhen M.




forgotten veteran of a

forgotten war buried in a

forgotten cemetery

~John J. Dunphy




closing time

barfly exits through

the restroom door

~John J. Dunphy




he escapes by sea

she adjusts

her monogram

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




pauper's burial

his eulogy delivered

by cicadas

~John J. Dunphy




dinner at the mall

savoring leftovers

from trash cans

~Surya Nes




white clover

the field fills with

the om of bees

~John Pappas




picnic for two

now three…

the robber fly

~Elliot Diamond




evening chill

on the welcome sign

faded paint

~John Pappas




I think I could be happy

if only I had no ambitions.

But here too I have failed.

~Noah Berlatsky




the fiercest of battles

may the best dragon win

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




he pledges his

allegiance to the spice rack—

deviled eggs

~David Cox




a self-inflicted hidden agenda

~Patrick Sweeney




wait, what am I trying to say?

~Fhen M.




people who think they know a short cut

~Patrick Sweeney




funeral hymn the dust on model planes

~John Pappas




she has me on a 30-second delay

~Patrick Sweeney




once upon a twice

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




it's really all just an excuse for woolgathering

~Patrick Sweeney












The Construct

~Kelly Moyer 

Photography available here