Afternoon of June 8, 2024


 Recruiting


before

activity

ends in the cerebrum

a precisely located shock

it jumps!

pattern

realigned with our objective

it thinks our thoughts believes

our ends our means

are best

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




old stump

my old butt

good company

~Tom Blessing




Hey Joe, give me a chewing gum”

barefoot, soiled feet

this boy could have been my grandpa

~Fhen M.




just words

the jurors play

hangman

~Robert Witmer




the golden egg

each morning a different

goose

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




summer sunset

a bulbul flutters out of a bush

and flies in a curve

~Tejendra Sherchan




My journey

Without a caravan.

Feel the vacuum, beloved.

~Partha Sarkar




the dune moves on

polished metal emerges

from the sands of Mars

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




Knowing and Not Knowing

 

There are books on my kindle

I probably won’t read before I die.

 

So much knowledge

not in my head when my head

is filled with earth.

Who knows which books?

 

I mean, Finnegan’s Wake, obviously.

But other than that.

~Noah Berlatsky




candlelight

the fortune teller smiles

through the nervous shadows

~Robert Witmer




a white pale man

wore a Donald Duck hat

hired to build roads & airstrips

~Fhen M




flea circus

a mangy cat

snarls at a tiny chair

~Robert Witmer




lying listless

in wet mud

street cats

~Rupa Anand




catastrophic heat

the tree sheds mangoes

just to keep cool

~Rupa Anand




opal sky

the morning slug’s

trail of slime

~B. L. Bruce




sun slow to set

two hoots

from the owl

~B. L. Bruce




You are a hazy

moon, hiding

your intentions

in murky

mumblings.

~Nolcha Fox




annihilation—

Mexican Devils ravage a Peepal

halfway up

~Tejendra Sherchan




Pookie—

dancing to a cover of Boom  Boom

a hearty bowl of Soupy

~dan smith




"here

take everything I have"

i hold out my

empty hands

~Tom Blessing




dining out now checking for symptoms

~Ruth Holzer




giving the bird medicine he screams and dies

~Ruth Holzer




syrtaki for once joining the circle

~Ruth Holzer




waking to the brittle voices of the morning ravens

~Tom Blessing




memory

a brief visitor to my life

the man on a raft of cans

paddling down the ganges

at hardwar

neither of us knowing

the end of the journey

~Tom Blessing

 

 


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Evening of June 4, 2024


Invented Tongue

Griblish glubmitsch

Glinglyglingly

Beritched

Griblish glubmitsch

Mumubliblik


Demingcik digribnik

Duffisuffidly

Vifucked

Demingcik digribnik

Susuçuник

~Olinda Ninolakis




the harder

I hold on

the harder letting go is

~Jennifer Gurney




barcoding

illogical fuzzy logic

tuxedo cats

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




Swiftly


swifts perform a passeggiata

at twilight in Chania harbour

tourists click pics on their mobile phone

parea gathers noone alone


poets recite verse in Terza rima now

the sun melts gently into the lighthouse - how

fast the transition from day to night

scent of jasmine our senses excited

~Olinda Ninolakis




minor misunderstanding

bring on the banjos

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




if I only knew

the path this journey

will lead to...

~Jennifer Gurney




in the corner of my eye

supernova remnant

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




write about

what you know

write about

nothing

~Noah Berlatsky

 

Evening of June 3, 2024


PRF (The Pluto Rehabilitation Front)


Let's campaign to rehabilitate Pluto!

Since I was a child

Pluto was the ninth planet

of our solar system.

I don't want to believe that our teachers

were wrong for so long

or that Pluto had a free ride.

Let's campaign to rehabilitate Pluto

FREE PLUTO - FREE PLUTO!

~Marie Derley




it's too easy now for loners to keep in touch

~Patrick Sweeney




always the first to spot Hitchcock

in the films

he never made

~Patrick Sweeney




leaving the bathroom

a female worker

washes her hands

at

the kitchen sink

~Tuyet Van Do




On the last day of May I lay down

And wept with joy for many things

For friends for foes for sunsets

Sunrise, birds' dawn chorus

Journeys in space time

Lines without rhyme

Love lasting

Soaring

Still

~Olinda Ninolakis




bracing my heart

for the letter in the mail

final papers

~Jennifer Gurney




late night fire pits

long, slow mornings...

the pace of summer

~Jennifer Gurney




droplets on glass

a race to the bottom

I always win

~John Hawkhead




he doesn't want to go to the search party

~Patrick Sweeney




strange quarks

I revise my story

one more time

~John Hawkhead




bulldozers cut coconut trees

to construct a Quonset hut community

~Fhen M.




coke is a symbol of friendship

one advertisement claimed

& we believe it.

~Fhen M.




when only time

stands between now and the end

the finality

~Jennifer Gurney




a fern fiddlehead--

why can't I bloom?

ever questioning

~Tejendra Sherchan