Afternoon of August 12, 2024

Life Skills

~Kelly Moyer

Photography available here

 

"we came from there"

I tell

our neighbors' children

while gesturing toward

the night sky

~John J. Dunphy

a falling star —

our daughter shouts

'boom!'

~John J. Dunphy

looking up

Orion's belt

I am home

~Jennifer Gurney

school science fair

all the other exhibits

swallowed up by

our son's entry

a black hole

~John J. Dunphy

derelict starship

ran out of food first

set phasers on broil

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

clear night sky

the planets we pretend

not to see

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Not Miss Fluffy

 

“No, Dearest. Sometimes,”

O'Keeffe insisted to Stieglitz

peering over her shoulder

at the canvas, “a pink tulip

is no more than a pink tulip.

“Focus.”

~James Penha

 

the illusion

of happily ever

after

opening the

final decree

~Jennifer Gurney

in the old trunk

his ex was somewhat

the worse for wear

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

pushing

new educational concepts

through an olive press

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Martian flu

this stomach bug runs its course

then chews its way out

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

dispirited

the tumbledown saloon

gave up its ghost

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

evolution reenactment

my wife and I crawl

from ocean to beach

~John J. Dunphy

 

Afternoon of August 11, 2024

 

 

the comfort

of this island of one

sultry summer

~Mona Bedi

rocking the empty cradle a refugee’s blank eyes

~Mona Bedi

unfinished poem the night turns into a raven

~Mona Bedi

all the sad poets

scratching their way

toward the realization

that they've already arrived

home

in their notebooks

~Scott F. Parker

early morning at my desk

with enough coffee for now

returning myself

to myself

the only way i know how

~Scott F. Parker

final exam

if consciousness

is the cage

to which the only key

is consciousness

solve for

consciousness

solve

for yourself

~Scott F. Parker

ancestral home

granny’s hairpin

opens the door

~R. Suresh Babu

evolution can be seen as a ladder

unfortunately

some choose to climb down

flock of grey people

waiting room at the Hospital Heart Center

~Steve Van Allen

no shooting stars...

my wishes

go back immediately

~Nicoletta Ignatti

Dolls

inflatable hot air balloons

They long to fly very high

but bitten by mosquitoes

they sag

~Nicoletta Ignatti

“Fair is foul, and foul is fair”

'Fair is foul, and foul is fair

Hover through the fog and filthy air'

Come nearer the wanderings of the Weird Sisters.

The curtain-An eclipse in the air.

protests here. Protests yonder.

(guided or diverted?)

The eagle: It does not matter

whether the womb gropes to a perfect abode of peace.

~Partha Sarka

sleeping in . . .

one career stumble closer

to packing up

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

under

lap cat

laptop

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Five years, cat,

and I have never hurt you.

Could you sit on my lap now?

~Noah Berlatsky

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Afternoon of August 8, 2024

 

SidDelicious

~Kelly Moyer

Photography available here

he always had urgent information that nobody could use, or ever want to think about again

~Patrick Sweeney

his earliest memories were a buzzkill waiting to happen

~Patrick Sweeney

dead rabbit somehow no more tranquil

~Herb Tate

an antique sign pointing to a change in circumstances

~Patrick Sweeney

all this way to turn around and be stupid me

~Patrick Sweeney

path curves

universe asks

which way now

~Jennifer Gurney

maraschino cherries

in my ginger ale

it’s 5:00 somewhere

~Jennifer Gurney

twilight zone —

what I think about when I think

about thinking

~Herb Tate

disquiet

in the library

shushing the shushers

~Herb Tate

The Fun With Physics Series or How I Learned To Start Loving Those Crazy Muons
And Stop Worrying

electron fields

quark fields

W. C. Fields

~dan smith

hail

man shields himself with his

'homeless vet' sign

~John J. Dunphy

my heart weeps

every year

this anniversary

~Jennifer Gurney

many years ago, now

learning about this day…

my eyes opened

~Jennifer Gurney

fertility shrivels

weeping rain drops

a She Oak

~Wanda Amos

my grandson says

we all have gravestones

on our heads

do you know where

your bones are?

~Tom Blessing

bored

the holes

in our blue boat

~Robert Witmer

night storm clouds

a hole shows the blue sky

with one star

~Tejendra Sherchan

death's door

an invisible hole

in the metaphor

~Robert Witmer