Evening of June 3, 2024

PRF (The Pluto Rehabilitation Front)

Let's campaign to rehabilitate Pluto!

Since I was a child

Pluto was the ninth planet

of our solar system.

I don't want to believe that our teachers

were wrong for so long

or that Pluto had a free ride.

Let's campaign to rehabilitate Pluto

FREE PLUTO - FREE PLUTO!

~Marie Derley

it's too easy now for loners to keep in touch

~Patrick Sweeney

always the first to spot Hitchcock

in the films

he never made

~Patrick Sweeney

leaving the bathroom

a female worker

washes her hands

at

the kitchen sink

~Tuyet Van Do

On the last day of May I lay down

And wept with joy for many things

For friends for foes for sunsets

Sunrise, birds' dawn chorus

Journeys in space time

Lines without rhyme

Love lasting

Soaring

Still

~Olinda Ninolakis

bracing my heart

for the letter in the mail

final papers

~Jennifer Gurney

late night fire pits

long, slow mornings...

the pace of summer

~Jennifer Gurney

droplets on glass

a race to the bottom

I always win

~John Hawkhead

he doesn't want to go to the search party

~Patrick Sweeney

strange quarks

I revise my story

one more time

~John Hawkhead

bulldozers cut coconut trees

to construct a Quonset hut community

~Fhen M.

coke is a symbol of friendship

one advertisement claimed

& we believe it.

~Fhen M.

when only time

stands between now and the end

the finality

~Jennifer Gurney

a fern fiddlehead--

why can't I bloom?

ever questioning

~Tejendra Sherchan

Afternoon of June 3, 2024

The Seductress

~Kelly Moyer

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separating the river's twin spiriting a boat to drown in

~petro c. k.

innocent antarctic parallel pines

~J. D. Nelson

no possums in the propeller

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

never nevering

~petro c. k.

there once was a twice

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

could be risky hundreds & thousands

~J. D. Nelson

looking to blame Prometheus done with us

~petro c. k.

checkered bovine weirdly impoverished

~J. D. Nelson

digging in the snow

on Burns Night

a handsome skunk

~Janet Ruth Heller

“…not this poem, not this space…”

sweet spot, sucker-punched

solar plexus, took a direct hit

domain of negativity, engaged

like a match to dry hay, papers scorched

recall a poetic colloquialism

writer’s glass chin

~Suzanne S. Austin-Hill

power company

razes lilacs, wild peas—

war zone

~Janet Ruth Heller

antique chamber pot

elevated on a shelf

after all the shit

~Kimberly Kuchar

left in the dust

3-D coral reefers

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

high school stadium

a track hurdle jumped

by a deer

~John J. Dunphy

London wall

two men peeing

across time

~Kimberly Kuchar

behind the singing boys

guitar cover’s dreamcatcher

sways in the wind

~Tejendra Sherchan

my "happy father's day, dad"

drowned out by

the cemetery's lawnmower

~John J. Dunphy

birds

without beaks

ask for a drink

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

(Originally published in Password)

neither here nor there

meet me in Rumi's field

Somewhere Else

~Olinda Ninolakis

bone grates on bone

pain…movement slows

mobility aid

~JL Huffman

I used to feed

a stray cat and her kittens—

now I feed her alone

~Tejendra Sherchan

used furniture store

test-sitting a sofa

I rise with fleas

~John J. Dunphy