Morning of June 2, 2024

the pain of separation

tossing

peanuts to the crows

~Kelly Moyer

dusk

crow

bough

~Noah Berlatsky

fire rainbows

behind polycarbonate

lanugo

~Joshua St. Claire

confounded by her bra clasps night sakura

~Joshua St. Claire

totality

the feel of it

in my goat feet

~Joshua St. Claire

sunset sky

walking home

together yet alone

~Nisha Raviprasad

soft breeze

dandelions cloud

my thoughts

~Nisha Raviprasad

daybreak—

a quick swish

lost in the ripple

~Bette Murdoch Hopper

lorem ipsum

the forests

i have created

the forests

i cannot burn

~Tiffany Elise

dermatologist

interprets constellations

on my skin

~Anthony Lusardi

another time-out

her apple slices

turning brown

~Anthony Lusardi

bare pine tree

your bald head

looking smaller

~Anthony Lusardi

Holy Rolly

I now know that

Papal Pay Pal is

the Pontiff's way

to compensate us

via digital means.

~Charles A. Perrone

The New Baptist

fish sticks and blueberry wine

are how I get closer

to Him.

~Jacob Hatfield

orbital linings

of a pebble—

my fatelines

~Tejendra Sherchan

After Chiya

hototogisu

hototogisu again

daylight again and

~Noah Berlatsky

so you crush moonlight

i too

fight the past tense

~Tiffany Elise

 

Morning of May 28, 2024

 

The Plot Twist

~Kelly Moyer

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(metaphysics in the mirror)

flesh: ah, self

~Scott Parker

Buddha Anniversary —

almost all cockroaches die

I seek forgiveness

~Tejendra Sherchan

there's nothing wrong

with montana 

than an early

summer trail

run can't cure

~Scott Parker

 lying in bed,

reflecting on getting older,

telling myself I’m still

sharp, strong, looking good,

then waking up

~ Todd Matson

peeping through

graveyard vines —

black sand hourglass

~Debarati Sen

studying the configuration of violets on the front lawn

~Patrick Sweeney

muddy river      drinking trees

~Scott Parker

another one of my 3 a.m. parleys with a bilocating saint

~Patrick Sweeney

chrysalis moon  shedding my former self

~Debarati Sen

if by salvation you mean the internal temperature of cod

~Kelly Moyer

my last meal   maybe a piece of dry toast

~Patrick Sweeney

hunched man begs

at freeway off-ramp

I offer a prayer

and a dollar

~Shasta Hatter

mug warm with coffee

no rain yet falling

~Scott Parker

dawn

our swimming pool already occupied

by cicadas

~John J. Dunphy

unfazed

the moon has so little

left to say

~Kelly Moyer

early summer's heat

queue for Goddess Sankata

a butterfly’s company

~Tejendra Sherchan

The Elephant’s Stand-In

 

not to be ignored

the dinosaur in the room

recycled junk science

~John H. Dromey

huddled on the dry corner of the mattress...

the bedwetter's

long eyelashes

~Patrick Sweeney

 

Ladylike

~Kelly Moyer

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Morning of May 25, 2024

 

 

enemy soldiers stationed on an island

sailed a motorboat to a local bar

at the end of the world

~Fhen M

battle fatigue a spoonful of jam or two in the smallest cup

~Alan Summers

somewhere in the southern mountain

a Hollywood actor used a binocular

to measure the speed of a fake enemy ship

~Fhen M

warring neighbours

the oak and banyan meet

over the wall

~Ranu Jain

child warriors Molotov mocktails

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

summit—

the diplomat adds rum

to her coffee

~Sharon Ferrante

The Argonaut Octopus Detaches his Loaded Arm

Socially distanced sex makes babies too.

Masks optional.

~Cheryl Snell

how did it feel

dear moon

the rocket on your skin?

~Ranu Jain

weeding

in the herb garden —

it’s not rocket

~Mark Gilbert

Curtain Call

Summer concert in the round. 

Mad applause.

Reviews noted that

no mosquitoes survived.

~Cheryl Snell

skeletons rose from a forgotten graveyard

no fresh flowers were offered to the dead

~Fhen M

The 30th Month

the waiting room crosses over

its magazines updated

its puzzles solved

an inner hurricane

by the sunset

black new moon

all our names pass

through shadows

~Alan Summers

what does it matter antimatter anyway

~Mark Gilbert

They this They that They are Whoever you want Them to be

~Mark Gilbert

We Leave a Screening of Real Genius When Someone Yells Fire

...and we’re running

past extinguishers and alarms,

watching the theater explode with popcorn,

kernels rising into the damaged sky 

like so much applause.

~Cheryl Snell