Morning of June 2, 2024

the pain of separation

tossing

peanuts to the crows

~Kelly Moyer

dusk

crow

bough

~Noah Berlatsky

fire rainbows

behind polycarbonate

lanugo

~Joshua St. Claire

confounded by her bra clasps night sakura

~Joshua St. Claire

totality

the feel of it

in my goat feet

~Joshua St. Claire

sunset sky

walking home

together yet alone

~Nisha Raviprasad

soft breeze

dandelions cloud

my thoughts

~Nisha Raviprasad

daybreak—

a quick swish

lost in the ripple

~Bette Murdoch Hopper

lorem ipsum

the forests

i have created

the forests

i cannot burn

~Tiffany Elise

dermatologist

interprets constellations

on my skin

~Anthony Lusardi

another time-out

her apple slices

turning brown

~Anthony Lusardi

bare pine tree

your bald head

looking smaller

~Anthony Lusardi

Holy Rolly

I now know that

Papal Pay Pal is

the Pontiff's way

to compensate us

via digital means.

~Charles A. Perrone

The New Baptist

fish sticks and blueberry wine

are how I get closer

to Him.

~Jacob Hatfield

orbital linings

of a pebble—

my fatelines

~Tejendra Sherchan

After Chiya

hototogisu

hototogisu again

daylight again and

~Noah Berlatsky

so you crush moonlight

i too

fight the past tense

~Tiffany Elise

 

Morning of May 28, 2024

 

The Plot Twist

~Kelly Moyer

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(metaphysics in the mirror)

flesh: ah, self

~Scott Parker

Buddha Anniversary —

almost all cockroaches die

I seek forgiveness

~Tejendra Sherchan

there's nothing wrong

with montana 

than an early

summer trail

run can't cure

~Scott Parker

 lying in bed,

reflecting on getting older,

telling myself I’m still

sharp, strong, looking good,

then waking up

~ Todd Matson

peeping through

graveyard vines —

black sand hourglass

~Debarati Sen

studying the configuration of violets on the front lawn

~Patrick Sweeney

muddy river      drinking trees

~Scott Parker

another one of my 3 a.m. parleys with a bilocating saint

~Patrick Sweeney

chrysalis moon  shedding my former self

~Debarati Sen

if by salvation you mean the internal temperature of cod

~Kelly Moyer

my last meal   maybe a piece of dry toast

~Patrick Sweeney

hunched man begs

at freeway off-ramp

I offer a prayer

and a dollar

~Shasta Hatter

mug warm with coffee

no rain yet falling

~Scott Parker

dawn

our swimming pool already occupied

by cicadas

~John J. Dunphy

unfazed

the moon has so little

left to say

~Kelly Moyer

early summer's heat

queue for Goddess Sankata

a butterfly’s company

~Tejendra Sherchan

The Elephant’s Stand-In

 

not to be ignored

the dinosaur in the room

recycled junk science

~John H. Dromey

huddled on the dry corner of the mattress...

the bedwetter's

long eyelashes

~Patrick Sweeney

 

Ladylike

~Kelly Moyer

Photography available here