Afternoon of November 17, 2025

 


Official Account

 

My brain

is the best brain

and filled with things.

 

~Noah Berlatsky

 

 

 

textile tariffs

the emperor’s

new clothes

~Mike Fainzilber



 

suffer little children

the smell

of rotting rice

~Mike Fainzilber




outwitting three lions a porcupine

~Tejendra Sherchan


 

 

new neighbor woodpecking the silence

~Hynek Koziol




some bullet shards

in his body

never taken out

~Hynek Koziol




old circus -

no rabbits left

in the hat


~Hynek Koziol




hearing

the latest news...

anticyclonic gloom

~Melissa Dennison




if I

     go that way --

             hoping for a

                pot of gold

~Melissa Dennison




frass...

the signature

of a moth

~Melissa Dennison

 

 


a black and white movie

from the year he was born ...

hospice


~Joseph P. Wechselberger




happy hour

a man across the bar

winks and smiles

~Joseph P. Wechselberger


 

 

listening to Frozen

letting my niece

paint my nails

~Stephen C. Curro



 

dewdrop

all the cosmos

on one leaf

~Stephen C. Curro

 

Morning of November 15, 2025

 

 

 

there again this morning

the retired racehorse in the meadow

~Patrick Sweeney




I eat tub after tub of sketchy blackberries

but will never write that well

~Nicholas De Marino




slipping

in and out of our lives

court rulings

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




economic depression

even Orion tightens

his belt


~Amber Winter




blustery day

turning my locks

into murder weapons

~Amber Winter




bouncing up

and down the escalator

tariffs

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




following stars

Australian Moth navigates

its way

~Tejendra Sherchan




recreating

once-celebrated works

AI

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




life has gotten easier since paper flowers

~Patrick Sweeney




expecting silk in a sip of mulberry wine

~Patrick Sweeney




cold fingers breaking the suction of my cup lava flow

~Amber Winter




buddhas never seem to need a leg to stand on

~Patrick Sweeney




when they tell you what the least of your worries should be

~Patrick Sweeney