Morning of August 16, 2025

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

separating slices of cheese from the paper… will they miss each other

~Maya Daneva




slippery politicians the art of the eel

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

 

 

 

our dilemma his horns

~dan smith




cosmography already I feel lost

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




writing

without seeing what I’m writing

dark night

~Maya Daneva




yards of net

a satin bodice

those fishnet tights -

the scratchiness

of my first tutu

~Penny Lowery




safe underground now -

your ashes

and those of your dog

~Penny Lowery




a sudden wetness

the puppy rolls her tongue

around my toes

~Jackie Chou




in the wildfire haze

trees look like they are

trying to leave

~tom blessing




Dinner Plans

 

a cuttlefish

disguised as a hermit crab

meets

a cuttlefish

disguised as a hermit crab

~Kimberly Kuchar



intergalactic fugitive

light escapes from

a black hole

~John J. Dunphy




Too Many Choices


should I pray to

God?

Jesus?

the Blessed Virgin Mary?

one of the saints?


I decide on

"To Whom It May Concern"

~John J. Dunphy




the stray looks back

tail tucked, eyes hopeful

freezing rain

~Sherri J Moye-Dombrosky




Trapped by cats on lap my thoughts must natter—

which of these two cats must be the cat-ter?

~Noah Berlatsky




pouring kibble

into the metal bowl

"I want some"

the stray cat says

with her peridot eyes

~Jackie Chou




somewhere it's vernal

where there's no orange blight

and our days aren't numbered

~dan smith




day and night

he says

he's the one

and you're not

~dan smith

 

 

Afternoon of August 11, 2025

 


exposition boulevard

pick a fight

and you'll hear some truth

~Jerome Berglund




proxy server

stars and stripes on

the fire hydrant

~Jerome Berglund




smoke detector

warm to the touch

friendly fire

~Jerome Berglund




approachable

the paradox or irony

to a basket muzzle

~Jerome Berglund




summer vacation —

traveling around

hospitals

~Maurizio Brancaleoni




Door unlocked

But the key

Is rusty

~Sarah Mahina Calvello




Hemlock is not poisonous


Hemlock is not poisonous.

Yet if you drink it and die,

you are responsible.


Does it tell you to drink?

~Partha Sarkar




I suffocate


I cannot see the trees, the birds and other winged angels.

After sunset I suffocate.

~Partha Sarkar




Don’t think of it as

talking to a friend.

Think of it as

building your brand.

~Noah Berlatsky




World economic relationship


Billabong.

Billboard.

Billets-doux.

Yet no billhead.

Then billingsgate,

billhook and


Billy goat is retrenched.

~Partha Sarkar




feeding time

a little black bug

for the Venus Flytrap

~Ruth Holzer




my father's only suit

looking sharp on

a thrift store mannequin

~John J, Dunphy




seashore

the heavy bucket

of adult sand…

~Sharon Ferrante




burning my finger

doing a spell

with dragon’s blood

~Sharon Ferrante




retirement living off the fruits of war

~Ruth Holzer




quid GoPro

~Jerome Berglund




down by the river migrants fishing for supper

~Ruth Holzer




the business of this world not my circus

~Ruth Holzer




so a man walks into a b AR-5. . .

~Ruth Holzer

 

 

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Morning of August 9, 2025


 

another whiskey . . .

let the truth

come out

~Oscar Luparia




so many

tin foil hats

this year

~dan smith




only the word apple ripens no orchards

~Vijay Prasad




precisely, fireflies are irradiant insects.

~Gretchen VanOstrand




exploding anger volcanic eruptions

~Tejendra Sherchan




nodding as he tonsures his lawn

~Helen Buckingham




kids in Trump masks

parents in Maga caps

extortion 101

~dan smith




bomb

bomb

bomb

satellite of blood


(after Lou Reed)

~Helen Buckingham




bombings

(very) old poems

seem so new

they were asleep during that time

I didn't know, they say

~Marie Derley




night journey

little insects die

on the windscreen

how many of our dreams

die when the day dawns

~Marie Derley




Teapot shakes

In sunlit hands

Of the morning

~Sarah Mahina Calvello




Haunting eyes

Look up from black lace

Unmasking the moon

~Sarah Mahina Calvello




the air feels

like a warm bath

inside the sky

~Jennifer Gurney




I catch a whiff of BBQ

and miss you so much it hurts

right in the rib eye

~Jennifer Gurney




beautiful

as long as

he's just

in three-quarter

profile

~Nicholas De Marino




No matter how much plastic piles up

a planet will never twinkle.

~Nicholas De Marino




green brocade trifle

and lavender taffeta affidavit

~Nicholas De Marino