Evening of April 17, 2025


 

the old man found the words to make her a poem

~Patrick Sweeney




Old man plays his violin

in a doorway of shade;

people down the street

turn their backs

but listen still.

~Diane Webster




The boat sinks

below

the surface

of the water

now reflective

after erasure.

~Diane Webster




getting adjusted again

to the weight

of the world

~Patrick Sweeney




in the chapel

we raise up our heads

to catch a glimpse

~RJ Humbl




The pier was built

so people could

walk on water

and still stay dry.

~Diane Webster




for all his subtextual acuity

he was dumbfounded to discover

he'd been in a French restaurant for hours

~Patrick Sweeney




Inauguration Day

a woman jumps

onto the tracks

~Ruth Holzer




fleeing his city

a man with a crutch

and a water bottle

~Ruth Holzer




listen, if you don't mind, I can't spend my vacation

talking about the position a cockroach holds

in the cosmic scheme of things

~Patrick Sweeney




ten milligrams away from melancholy this new life

~Ruth Holzer




play-acting my debut on google earth

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




he feels personally rejected if you say you don't like Jerry Lewis movies

~Patrick Sweeney




seven seas of microplastics colonizing Mars

~Ruth Holzer




before installing her eyes scan me for malware

~Vijay Prasad




legal jeopardy so many questions remain

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




he did everything he could with the turnips he was given

~Patrick Sweeney

 


Morning of April 16, 2025

 


The Ideal Mitten


I would rather much be

in the middle of

a greater in

the middle of

with a prescription and

a lozenge and

a very good dog


~Noah Berlatsky




Sally the pet snail


From orange to orange leaf

Takes about a week

From leaf to orange

About a month

Snail trail

In a bowl

Choreography


~Olinda Ninolakis




no place for birds anywhere


~Mykyta Ryzhykh




already tomorrow's name of monkeypox

~petro c. k.




Making contact with aliens, trying to throw a space-themed party. No response. Yet.


~Martina Matijević




a cyst only sound of the storm


~petro c. k.




stepping in footsteps following every day of the moon

~petro c. k.




the old pond

filled in

with concrete

~Melissa Dennison




Moths circle

'round the flame

itchy pallbearer stands still


~Laila Brahmbhatt



highway

devouring rocky mountains

a giant serpent


~Tejendra Sherchan




Small coffins are too heavy to carry


'Small coffins are too heavy to carry,'

Whispers make the air heavier.


~Partha Sarkar




conversing boulders

our children build

human cities


~Tejendra Sherchan




the curve

where the accident occurred

wildflowers


~Joseph P. Wechselberger



three point

one four one five nine

etcetera


~Jennifer Gurney



hospice

the dying woman's hair

dyed


~John J. Dunphy




election night

scurrying around campaign central

cockroaches


~Joseph P. Wechselberger




this poem has an existential crisis so it has no meaning


~Martina Matijević




my grocery list a failed haiku


~Barbara Anna Gaiardoni




war as a kigo for spring 2025 in a standard haikuist's dictionary


~Martina Matijević