Morning of March 19, 2025

 

 

 

haiku about fish

heads I win

tails you lose

~Jennifer Gurney




starry & sky


bedbound

her dreams now available

in syndication

~Heidi McIver/Kelly Sauvage Moyer




as above, so to go


passed through

the drive-up window

something akin to enlightenment

~Heidi McIver/Kelly Sauvage Moyer




a rich man’s hammer


first hundred days

the shards

of social service

~Heidi McIver/Kelly Sauvage Moyer




running miles

inside my head —

insomnia

~Debarati Sen




the earth turns

the wind blows

and you are here

~Jennifer Gurney




naughty leap-year antics bubbles in the bisque


~Roberta Beach Jacobson



clock tower

a broken kite hangs

from the finial

~Debarati Sen




Purpose

 

not a good artist

or poet

not a good

 

man, but

propping

up the dog

snoring good

 

enough

~Noah Berlatsky




dusting

the bagua mirror

in spring...

the deflection

of my own reflection

~Jackie Chou




blood moon

the phlebotomist

finds a good vein

~Jackie Chou




rotting a slow erosion of something

~Vijay Prasad




Sick in bed with the humidifier on


I could draw a lopsided heart

with my little finger

on the steamed up window pane


but instead flash myself

a peace sign in the closet’s mirror—

the least I can do.

~Miriam Sagan




Keep silence, Sound pollution

Keep silence, Sound pollution.

It is world hearing day.

~Partha Sarkar




Sore bones

Unfolding like

An accordion


~Sarah Mahina Calvello




They Said


don't send poetry

with flash

and don't send flash

with poetry

I thought my stuff

fit perfectly

~dan smith

 

Morning of March 17, 2025

 


The Embrace


~Jean-Paul Moyer




AI prompts

unlearning how to

think for myself


~Kevin Browne




airport layover

no flights to

an ascetic future


~Kevin Browne




do you see what I see

is the first

question


~Patrick Sweeney




Picasso’s horse

a blast of Chicago wind

through my ribs


~Randy Brooks




food pantry shelves

most of us past

our expiration dates


~Randy Brooks




the promise of spring

I gather myself

into a bouquet


~Anne Fox



 

file this

what if everyone said

they did nothing all week


~dan smith




conversation the rain brings up worms


~Kevin Browne




the dead always want to tag along


~Patrick Sweeney




PTSD 1

 

slapping

a

child

then

telling

him

not

to

cry.


~Matt Borczon




PTSD 2

 

the

dead

deer

in

the

road

has

the

face

of

my

daughter.


~Matt Borczon




PTSD 3

 

three

days

after

that

nightmare

there

is

still

blood

under

her

nails.


~Matt Borczon




PTSD 4

 

still

washing

blood

out

of

her

hair

ten

years

later.

 
~Matt Borczon




no typo-

unlawful orders

Musk be disobeyed


~dan smith




spinning the globe

convinced i will find

something better


~Stephanie Zepherelli




your ratty sneakers

hanging out in the garage

as if you're still here


~Jennifer Gurney




I procrastinate

with the desire for nothing

clock ticking


~Francoise Maurice




choosing colors

more carefully now

last canvas


~Stephanie Zepherelli