Morning of September 4, 2025

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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border crossing

an elephant stamps

my passport

~Colleen M. Farrelly

climate change

a flooded trunk

the elephant in the room

~Robert Witmer

Angles of Doubt

equilateral: a triangle with all angles equal to 60 degrees

symmetry

isosceles: a triangle with two congruent sides

the wandering eyes

obtuse: a triangle with an angle greater than 90 degrees

I pretend not to notice

~Colleen M. Farrelly

tinkling triangles

the Pythagorean orchestra

a roomful of squares

~Robert Witmer

twilight

falls into the pond

a last lotus blossom

on an unfinished poem

~Colleen M. Farrelly

bodies entwined

the last dance of the wasp

with the spider

~Melissa Dennison

the rhythm and clank

of magnets

I disappear through a wormhole

~Melissa Dennison

end of the season

the days are getting shorter

little by little

our shadows lengthen

before disappearing

 

fin de saison

les jours raccourcissent

petit à petit

nos ombres s’allongent

avant de s’estomper

 ~Marie Derley

Past and Future Writer’s Block

 

If future me had a time machine

I would come back to present me

and offer inspiration.

~Noah Berlatsky

another troubled summer sleepless flies

~Robert Witmer

heading north great white sharks

~Tejendra Sherchan

thought a staircase ending mid air

~Vijay Prasad

full of himselfie

~Robert Witmer

starlight all the gods of aliens

~Anne Fox

 

golden field -

the courage to be light

in a world turmoil

~Maria Cristina Pulvirenti

her sunglasses

blocking out the U-me

~Richard L. Matta

frozen account

a bitcoin bounces

at the bank

~Richard L. Matta

panning for gold

near the bank

the river of time

~Robert Witmer

thickly layered paint

war and peace

every time a bit different

~Maya Daneva

Ekphrastic

gnostic reading

my paintin' shoes

are canvas too

~dan smith

1980

in my best party dress

I change parties

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

church service

MAGA supporters

and opponents

pray to

the same God

~John J. Dunphy

birdsong…

the many names of god

decreasing daily

~Anne Fox

almost home

the ever-moving edge

of other

~Anne Fox

 

my life

a raindrop

on its way to a flood

~Robert Witmer

 

Morning of August 30, 2025

 

 

putting on airs

our android housekeeper

claims she can trace

her ancestry back

to Roomba

~John J. Dunphy

AI- the sand-man

Beware of AI- the sand-man.

A warning for the children making sand-castles-

the placid sanctum of childhood.

~Partha Sarkar

tears

in an analog

Universe

~Patrick Sweeney

I see you answered 'yes' to fears of asphyxiation...

the blue pilot light in the sulphur yellow kitchen

~Patrick Sweeney

on the brink of sainthood

a weary shopper's

smile

~Patrick Sweeney

a hundred years on the boardwalk

the water-ice man's translucent as a sea butterfly

~Patrick Sweeney

first date

between AI robots

avoiding the deep questions

~Douglas J. Lanzo

lunar cavity

pangs of regret

for dentists left on earth

~Douglas J. Lanzo

Mötley Crüe

an old track

run by painted wolves

~Douglas J. Lanzo

alien gardeners

seeds replace humans

beware spring


~Brian Rosenberger

metallic eyes in the sky

funded by taxpayers

your dollars watch you


~Brian Rosenberger

temperatures rising

ice cream truck melts

screams from the street


~Brian Rosenberger

on the edge of town the carnival sleeps

~Mark Gilbert

stopstart stopstart stopstart poptart

~Mark Gilbert

officer hit!

assault with a deadly

sandwich


~Kimberly Kuchar

Thought I heart crickets

In the misty stillness

Changes come

~Sarah Mahina Calvello 

Rest now

Breathe in some cool air

Rustic mushrooms

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

marco, polo

he steals

second base

~Amber Winter

Follow Me

get behind and form a line

I’ll try not to lead you astray

step-by-step and all in time 

get behind and form a line

do not disobey and do not decline

just blindly trust I know the way 

get behind and form a line

I’ll try not to lead you astray

class leader my favorite 1st grade job

~Amber Winter

Road is a story

Road is an unending story that never returns to its base point.

~Priyank Biswas

laid on the grass

so many poets

drinking moonshine

~Joanna Ashwell

night quilt

the star-moss

of dreams

~Joanna Ashwell

coral caves

the weave of a tail

mermaiding

~Joanna Ashwell

inbox left to dwell in unopened

~Joanna Ashwell

more of story

than a sentence

morning hiatus

~Joanna Ashwell

GN-z11 the edge of time becomes clearer

~John Hawkhead

sweeping away dust we always were

~John Hawkhead

worm charmers forming an inner circle

~John Hawkhead

Mana

 

R. Cree-

ly undertook a

wisdom sand-

wich.

 

He sd

I’ve got butt-

er God but

not enough enjam-

bment.

~Noah Berlatsky

Now we come to nine

Day after day after day

And now we are here.

~Charles A. Perrone

pink slip

the daylight at work

widens


~Christa Pandey

one by one

letting go of pretty things

river fishes too

~Tejendra Sherchan

the power

of a single uttered word

hospice

~Jennifer Gurney

herpetology-

the most colorful

are deadliest

~dan smith

files-

that worry me

are those on us

~dan smith

talk radio-

when they said freedom

it sounded like barbed wire

~dan smith

the last word he said autumn rain

~Mona Bedi

light years away our forefathers

~Mona Bedi

tin-can phone

my grandson calls me

from oceans away

~Mona Bedi

lost identity

a mockingbird mimics

my song

~Mona Bedi

from our earth

124 light-years away

potential alien life

~Tejendra Sherchan