Morning of September 14, 2025


 

Smoking


My father’s eyes flash lava

and his pipe erupts

with smoke and ash.


Volcanic smoke dims life and hope.

One day, we’ll see a fertile earth.

If only we survive.

~Nolcha Fox




Exasperation

is inspiration

sitting on its butt.

~Nolcha Fox




heavy burden

on tree arms

shoefiti

~Pegah Rahmati Nezhad




a reverse hourglass

i think of

illusion of time

~Pegah Rahmati Nezhad




in my dustpan

untouched by the broom

moonlight

~John J. Dunphy




I see her in birds

magpies, in particular

the blue & the white

~Stephen Ground




she grabbed her walker

& rolled right out the front door

destined for the sea

~Stephen Ground




she ran her fingers

through his bird's nest of a beard

& pulled out an egg


~Stephen Ground




windshield rain

this season of

goodbyes

~John Pappas




evening news

another reason for

another drink

~John Pappas




winter solstice

a short message

after the tone

~John Pappas




last fly

of the season

the smell

of coming winter

at the window


~Ron Scully



 

daylight savings

must come out of the long night's

deep pockets


~Ron Scully




the lawnmower

finds my lost trowel


~Belinda Behne




i enter the wind to become less


~Vijay Prasad




hats off to the ungovernable wind


~Patrick Sweeney




overdue nowhere

wolf spider

in the plastic tub


~Patrick Sweeney




gone ten thousand years

the back door left

wide-open


~Patrick Sweeney

 


Afternoon of September 11, 2025



finding one’s lost self cue the tiny violin


~Peter Jastermsky




umbilical cord she releases the rest of him


~Peter Jastermsky




approaching ICE anyone anytime


~Peter Jastermsky




playing it safe

reservations for one

at an all-night diner


~Peter Jastermsky




Wednesday…

a fly in the middle

of everything


~Sharon Ferrante




somewhere deep inside the question of my destination


~Arvinder Kaur




no one notices

a firefly’s passing

star filled night


~Arvinder Kaur




sky haze

melts into gray waves

smudges horizon


~Janet Ruth Heller




full moon

through the hollow chimney

a wolf howls


~Jennifer Gurney




Ass


If there is no ass, there is no revolution.

Ass- the backbone of civilization.


~Partha Sarkar




hailing so hard

a hole

in his ego

~Bipasha Majumder (De)




drizzle . . .

a dragon

dies


~Bipasha Majumder (De)




cattle truck moans nothing we could do


~John Hawkhead




blistering heat

still no end in sight

to the killing


~John Hawkhead




declining sun

shadow fingers stretch

over a mass grave


~
John Hawkhead




a hungry drain bares

teeth of water

slowly I disappear


~Patrick G. Roland

 

 

 

 

 

 

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