Afternoon of December 8, 2024

Nobody Knocks



Nobody knocks.

New neighbor—

she didn’t know.

~Carla Schwartz

I do not want

your raw and honest poetry.

 

I want your poetry

overcooked and rubbery

and filled with lies.

~Noah Berlatsky

family plot

a semblance

of group therapy

~Carla Schwartz

hot water—

we are now entering

the mesopelagic zone

~dan smith

saying yes

to her imaginary friend...

summer's end

~Cezar Ciobîcă

Olympic games

a flea jumps off

my cat's fur

~Cezar Ciobîcă

the ghosts

that still haunt us

hunter's moon

~Cezar Ciobîcă

cat’s

whereabouts

a mystery

~Tejendra Sherchan

my vet tells me it’s time

~John J. Dunphy

too soon i arrive at a character

~Vijay Prasad

birdsong in my brainstem passes the Turing test

~D.W. Baker

When riding

Don’t look in

The rat king’s eyes

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

Nothingness

Of a vast night sky

Yet it’s everything

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

Our Nominations for The Red Moon Anthology

(November)

yielding to the futility of helping an autumn fly escape

~Patrick Sweeney

(October)

our squares

in different circles

mockingbirds

~Joshua St. Claire

(September)

one minute from yesterday  a lonely pronoun

~Vijay Prasad

(August)

Earth again at last


herds of bison keep


radio silence

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

(July)

IVF clinic —

this feeling

of not being enough

~Debarati Sen

(June)

contemplate the moon

but don't let the neighbors see you

taking notes

~Patrick Sweeney

(May)

unfazed

the moon has so little

left to say

~Kelly Moyer

Best of luck to these talented nominees!

Evening of December 3, 2024

 

Fractals

I am a flower.

Bent beneath the sky, I thirst!

I am also rain.

~Silvatiicus Riddle

I am impressed at your vast and calculated indifference.

~Noah Berlatsky

rice pudding because it comes with the meal

~Patrick Sweeney

wealth management

investing in sea-monkeys

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

From now on I will eat only pie.

~Noah Berlatsky

barbed wire the morning glory entwines and blooms over

~Tejendra Sherchan

the palm reader's lucky guess

~Patrick Sweeney

Are you just going to leave that there?

~Noah Berlatsky

sometimes life is

the runny part of an

undercooked fried egg

~Jennifer Gurney

reconciliation

we seek a deeper meaning

as the moon shadow

crosses

the sun

~Wanda Amos

morning brew...

thoughts sifting

through coffee grains

~Katherine E Winnick

autumn deepens

the color

of a leaf

~Madeleine Kavanagh

sunset

a noble wine

in the grape stomper's purple feet

~Robert Witmer

in spite of

closing arguments

opening night

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

passing the window

again and again

goldfish

~Robert Witmer

Haiku

a box full

of nothing

~M. R. Pelletier