Morning of September 3, 2024

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s in the Bones

~Kelly Moyer

Photos available here

do not see me…

I am the face

of undecided

I have not picked

my story

—yet

~Sharon Ferrante

the poetry

of the lake

each breath

strikes the shore

alone

i paint

on empty rice paper

kilroy on a wall

feeling poetic

i slide into a chair

and start snoring

~Mike Rehling

collateral damage a spirit snake swallows its tail

~John Hawkhead

war footing the final bill

~John Hawkhead

crunch time cicadas taste like shrimp

~Sharon Ferrante

24 hour rolling news

I teach myself to see

things that aren’t there

~John Hawkhead

 

types of North Woods trees: deciduous, conifer, Big Foot

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

What I've learned

Summer flies are assholes

Fighting in the air

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

Labor Day

our union local president

goes into labor

~John J. Dunphy

 

only child

I am

the sibling

of myself

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

 

causation/correlation

i flip a coin

in the name of science

~Mike Rehling

I’ve decided

tonight

shall be simple

I’ll visit

the ocean

scream at it

~Sharon Ferrante

 

 

Morning of August 30, 2024

 

Naturally

~Kelly Moyer

Photos available here

bark hole —

safeguarding

our secrets

~Daipayan Nair

cosmic mandala

surrounded by the living

dead

~Deborah Karl-Brandt

Insomnia

You get so much done

when you’re dead.

~Noah Berlatsky

solitude

unasked for, unwanted

white noise of grief

~Jennifer Gurney

curtain call

the bees prepare

for their final encore

~Melissa Dennison

autumn wind here we go again

~Keith Evetts

how the months fly by vacuum cleaning

~Keith Evetts

barcode yeti calder’s batmobile

~J. D. Nelson

needles to say s

~J. D. Nelson

neighbour of nothing I keep it

~J. D. Nelson

cryptocurrency the look on grandma's face

~Keith Evetts

Say we’ll go to the ocean

then I’ll come

That is, if we go to the ocean.

~Wenyi Xiao

with a flu

she played the flute

a little cute,

a little coo.

~Marcus Ten Low

soon, the moon,

it will begone.

duck.

~Marcus Ten Low

The sea was supposed to give me revelations.

I listened and listened

it had the sound of an empty shell.

~Wenyi Xiao

sad and lonely haikuist's whoopee cushion

~Keith Evetts

 

 

Afternoon of August 27, 2024

when the Milky Way Galaxy was above and below the chained dipper

~Patrick Sweeney

the high anatomy of chewing vegetable roots and gazing at stars

~Patrick Sweeney

out

of

time

&

hyper

space

earth

no

longer

earth

~Randy Brooks

Hang On!

Moon age

day dreamer.

~Keith Snow

Earth again at last

herds of bison keep

radio silence

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

a snake vanishes—

gravity pulls it down

into the black hole

~Suraj Nanu

the cake exploded

the guest of honor briefly

surprised by the claws

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

zydeco deathmatch

another busker thrown

to the gators

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

"how could they be so dumb?"

child asks his parents

after watching historical reenactors

depict racism

~John J. Dunphy

monsoon at the end...

ants trailing thins out

in my bathroom

~Tejendra Sherchan

pest control

she brooms the salesman

off the porch

~Randy Brooks

I heard that there was a paradise.

But we wouldn't have it anymore.

Some idiot would have lost it.

~Marie Derley

a man’s shadow...

shrinks and vanishes

as he leaves the light

~Tejendra Sherchan

The blunt skeletons in sharp competition

The cloudy morning.

The three-wheelers are rushing breathlessly

To catch more passengers.

I watch and watch day by day

The blunt skeletons in sharp competition

And correct a geography lesson-

Every day the sun rises in the west.

~Partha Sarkar

buttonholing perfect strangers with observational irrelevancies

~Patrick Sweeney

we had tsetse flies and H-bombs when I was your age

~Patrick Sweeney

in her quiet way, she answered all my Chinese destinies

~Patrick Sweeney

already dropped

so many shoes

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

active crime scene crumbs of the cupcake lady

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Haiku Dilemma

I must rearrange

the poetry books. Alas,

I’m not ready yet.

~Noah Berlatsky

Mahout

just off the Pennsylvania Turnpike

the yellow straw

~Patrick Sweeney

father said to son while counting the change in his pocket:

please don't breathe

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

(Originally published in Pate Journal)

although asphyxiation was improbable,

a full congregation

simultaneously exhaling

~Patrick Sweeney