Afternoon of March 1, 2025



        The Samurai


~Jean-Paul Moyer



Joshua St. Claire found himself

transformed into a horrible vermin

three-hour budget meeting


~Joshua St. Claire



Don't think of it

as getting older.

Think of it as

taking more pills.


~Noah Berlatsky



pyramid scheme

we lose another

home


~Jerome Berglund



with its masquerade

a cockroach escapes

my squashing


~Tejendra Sherchan



The world is too small to bid goodbye


I have given everything that I had.

You have given me everything that you had.

Now you have to go

As a bright journey awaits you.

But I will not bid you goodbye.

The world is too small to bid you goodbye for good.


~Partha Sarkar




almost as tall as me

                                          Tomorrow’s moon


~Joshua St. Claire



solitaire suit yourself


~Jerome Berglund



shooting star robots do not cry


~Maya Daneva



moonlight what dad never confessed


~Maya Daneva



unnecessary things scattered on the floor. including my life.


~Mykyta Ryzhykh


death never ends


~Mykyta Ryzhykh

 

mold spores laughter from behind the drywall

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




sky becoming blueberries this sunset


~Maya Daneva



paint-by-numbers lotus


                                                 no dissembly required


~Joshua St. Claire



what happened when what happened happened


~Joshua St. Claire



feeling some kinda way poppies


~Joshua St. Claire



katydid find my iPhone


~Joshua St. Claire



my incompetence the north wind presses on stones 


~Joshua St. Claire



in my thoughts just enough moonlight


~Maya Daneva



in the next game

they change the colors

of their uniforms


~Jerome Berglund



pink penguins prance

Rastafari play reggae

kittens' road trip


~Olinda Ninolakis



temple

on the side of a street

its missing God


~Tejendra Sherchan



picking through the end

of a pomegranate

stellar remnants

~Joshua St. Claire


 

 

aquarium . . . 

undersea nurses

in scuba-scrubs

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




she feels less lonely

looking out the window

into the graveyard


~Denisa Hanšutová



coyote the size of

an alsatian in this night

somewhere close


~Jerome Berglund



abortion pill

gulping the blood moon

a werewolf


~Debarati Sen

On Our Radar


Tsuri-doro:
 

Open for submissions March 1-10
 

https://tsuridoro.org/contact

 

&

 

Joyfully Wondrous:
 

Open for (poetry, photos, short fiction, art) subs March 1-7

 

magiquepublishing245@gmail.com
 
 

 

&


Fireflies' Light:

Open for poetry and essays about poetry subs March 1-31

https://www.mobap.edu/about-mbu/publications/fireflies-light/




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Morning of February 27, 2025

 

                                                 
Private Eyes

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer



hoeing around

a young zucchini

Bob Marley sings

don’t cut

my connection

~Randy Brooks



I have

emptied the

dishwasher.

 

I am

announcing

this now

 

because I want

credit.

~Noah Berltasky



detritivores, unite!

inauguration day

billionaires feed

on what remains


~J.J. Penniman/Kelly Sauvage Moyer



sleep tight streetlight

ghostly voices

a crow plucks nits

from my nihilism

~Heidi McIver/Kelly Sauvage Moyer



filleted potato

poetry cafe

the hatchetman

leads a beat to slaughter

~Robert P. Moyer/Kelly Sauvage Moyer



the dew has risen

~Mykyta Ryzhykh



the fragment airy world

~Bob Carlton



We pecked grain at sunset. The farmers sharpened their knives.

~Mykyta Ryzhykh



pigeons eat pigeons

~Mykyta Ryzhykh



after the derecho our splinter group grows stronger

~dan smith



the dead man's mail more interesting than mine

~dan smith



gravity is not subject to my freedom

~Mykyta Ryzhykh



Abandoning Demons

 

Having relinquished all control,

I immediately encounter

a sense of ambient anxiety.

All my surroundings are new to me.

I see depth in color and feel touch temperature.

Familiar voices exhibit a new clarity.

Now darkness holds no terror

and the stars beckon me

to places in never imagined.

~R. Gerry Fabian



from zenith

the Deneb gazing down

at winter jasmines

~Tejendra Sherchan



winter camellia

alone in the garden

section

~Madeleine Kavanagh



Birth-only friend

Birth-

My only friend

Who gives me an obscure destination

And goes forever.

~Partha Sarkar



Hanging

On the edge of a moment

Tears never cried

~Sarah Mahina Calvello



Sun-Soaked

Half-baked tendencies

Roasting under

Heavenly Hell,

Rendering ashes.

~Chris Litsey




Colleague

Face made

for HR,

scent fit for

bathroom

passing

judgement.

~Chad Parenteau



the uni

verse is

for ever

expanding

memory


~Bob Carlton



What Luck!



a pen

at hand

just now

when…

~Bob Carlton


Each conversation

Each conversation is as sweet as buzzing

If there is no hidden knife in it.

~Partha Sarkar



scythe tree

hiding in the spring night

to slay ghosts

~Tejendra Sherchan



Winter Adage


You gotta

move in

the cold

or

the cold

is gonna

move in

to you.

~Bob Carlton



smiling down on me

in my roadster

a drive-thru thumbs up

~Randy Brooks




squirrels are rodents

please respect

their cuteness

don’t

call

them

tree

rats

~John H. Dromey (text) / Wilbur F. Gleckler (image)

 

 


Unsure when this deadline

is,

so best to submit in

February!


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