Afternoon of May 31, 2025

 


Blueprint


~Kelly Sauvage Moyer




noises in the loft

something coming loose

in my peace of mind


~John Hawkhead




reading palms

each line leads

nowhere


~John Hawkhead




shaking petals

a breeze gentle enough

to share my pain


~Fatma Zohra Habis




quantum physics exam

all my answers

keep changing


~John J. Dunphy




Big Bang Theory

O'Neddy

Bouzingo


~dan smith




caw caw boogie-

it's murder out here

for Bird fanciers


~dan smith




In Sun They All Pass


~Michael Lee Johnson



government drones

the conspiracy theories

of birds


~Kelly Sauvage Moyer




executive order ~

the propagation of unblinking eyes

and dorsolateral prefrontal lesions

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer




To-Do List


Less and less

and eventually

maybe

nothing at all.


~Scott F. Parker

 
 




Afternoon of May 27, 2025

 

sundown a verb leaps into

the dark

~Vijay Prasad




humbling the climbers Mt. Everest

~Tejendra Sherchan




no more lies, I promise

cross fingers –

all lies, are lies no more

~Allen David Simon



Want to reach your destination?


Are you confused by thinking

of reaching your destination

With straight simple nectar?


Then why don't you follow a snake?

~Partha Sarkar




caregiver burnout

have you taken your pills

have you taken your pills

here are your pills

take them

now

~Belinda Behne



AI bracketology

one click away

from winning

~Douglas J. Lanzo




preening politicians

water-proofing goslings

with outsized necks

~Douglas J. Lanzo




elves, trolls and goblins

shearwater cries

through craggy sea cliffs

~Douglas J. Lanzo




peace talks

i fold my opinion

into origami cranes

~Mona Bedi




Alzheimer’s missing the mum she was

~Mona Bedi




Clouds drift over

an abandoned house

unaware it's lost

~Laila Brahmbhatt




Summer snowstorm

dandelion wishes

granted

~Laila Brahmbhatt




Cluster of white smoke

from the chimney,

old family album

~Laila Brahmbhatt




false shamrock

my tribute poems

get rejected

~Jackie Chou




leaning toward blue

no matter what

the shakuhachi

~Jackie Chou




museum of uranus opens this friday

don’t forget your winter coats

please

~Alper Ghuchlu

 

Afternoon of May 26, 2025

 


Warmest Regards


~Kelly Sauvage Moyer



the

space

razorfish

take

up

in

the

oceans

of

the

world


~Patrick Sweeney




Rhythmic Games but Never Ever Lyrics or Ice Breakers


I spied with my lily-livered eye.

Two truffles and a goose-faced lie.

I am shouting truth, daring you to deny...

Blocked by Jill who's so thick-thighed,

rumbling downhill, she cried and cried.


~Keith Snow




missing the acoustic signatures of the teeming rain

on the metal trash can lids

of yore


~Patrick Sweeney




scattered cherry petals

driving the mathematician

to some basic vector calculus


~Patrick Sweeney




a reexamination

of the little piggy

that had roast beef


~Patrick Sweeney





POTSies Need Love, Too

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer




 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The fraidy pajamas who caught the coal mine.


~Nicholas De Marino




she wants to curl up in Van Gogh's freshly painted bed


~Patrick Sweeney




This will pass someday.

Unless it doesn't.


~Noah Berlatsky




She says “fireworks” and “flowers” the same way.


~Nicholas De Marino




planet of the he-buffaloes in fury


~Tejendra Sherchan




another subplot put into the script without my approval
 

~Patrick Sweeney




he wants to be one

of the Forty-Seven Ronin

I want to be a butterfly


~Patrick Sweeney




pissing contest

lobsters

and politicians


~Kimberly Kuchar




fish feelings

watching you

flip-flop flip-flop


~Kimberly Kuchar




Rock Creek

swimming with grandkids

and ecoli


~Kimberly Kuchar




Somebody’s Gospel


~Kelly Sauvage Moyer




 

 

 

 

 

office window

the naked interior

of his mind


~Robert Witmer




summit meeting

the overwhelming presence

of nothingness


~Robert Witmer




catching up

on gossip

plastic bags in the wind


~Robert Witmer




figures

in a fountain

my bankbook's naked truth


~Robert Witmer




poetry in motion

smoke through a chimney

the poet's fireplace


~Robert Witmer