Morning of October 2, 2025

 

demons don't dwell deep

but buzz busy bouquets 

traded through together times

playing phony, plainly plight

lovingly loatheing  lonesome lands

swell sweetly searching sense

in inlays indeed intended

~Allen David Simon

shameless shamans sell spirits

offering obscene opportunities

neverworld neigh need

altogether abandoning altruism anyone added
 

~Allen David Simon

times took time till tranquility trickled through

~Allen David Simon

truest trust traced to tomorrowland triumphantly turned tail

~Allen David Simon

divorce

rearranging the furniture

one more time

~Anne Fox

barren landscape

no place to rest my head

in my mind

~Anne Fox

hyperventilating into a brown bag lunch

~Anne Fox

cacao ceremony —

spilling all the beans

~Olinda Ninolakis

If I won the lottery

I’d just sit here writing poetry,

and, hey, that’s what I’m doing

right now.

~Noah Berlatsky

inhale…

the sky cleans me

of me

~Maya Daneva

clinic’s garden

where rain and tears

mix

~Maya Daneva

bones that crack

silhouettes of velvet night

hiding under blankets

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

bongo-playing in the woods

I jam with

a woodpecker

~John J. Dunphy

my poetry reading

a listener

claps his hands

to squash

a mosquito

~John J. Dunphy

every morning

a cockroach drowns

in my water glass

~Tejendra Sherchan

the thin sinking socks of illiteracy

~Patrick Sweeney

nothing like watching a sea nettle practice the Tao

~Patrick Sweeney

spray-painted on the wall of Checks Cashed Here

a rainbow and a unicorn

~Patrick Sweeney

the medieval dread

of unknown

callers

~Patrick Sweeney

Duchamp resurrected and peed in the fountain.

~Martina Matijević

3:00AM

all the blinking lights

that never sleep

~Joshua St. Claire

a tight pony-tail screaming

at a seven year-old boy

aluminum bleachers

~Joshua St. Claire

ChatGPT programmed

not to admit it

dukkha

~Joshua St. Claire

 

rheumatism

in dog years

I am a tortoise


~Joshua St. Claire

On Prednisone



The only thing you need to know is that this is the third haibun I’ve written today.


flare star last gasp

~Joshua St. Claire

 

Morning of September 30, 2025

 

 

 

 

 

 

zero sum mindset the schism chasm between

~words & image Debbie Strange

winter light pillars making the most of insomnia


~Debbie Strange

 

fortune teller there will be (s)crying in my future


~Debbie Strange

 

from a torn equation ecstasy drips

~Vijay Prasad

Rebuke to Apolloniare

Maybe your life is a venereal disease,

but the love of a dog is pure.

~Noah Berlatsky

your lips say “Karen”

but I can hear the dog whistle

~Nicholas De Marino

fractional inspiration


(never)         mind

(doesn't)       matter


~Nicholas De Marino

 

You can't keep blaming

the time-traveling mongoose ghost.


~Nicholas De Marino

the three uses of the butter knife

1. Spread room-temp dairy product, so you can tell which side goes up.

2. Saw through sourdough, so someone asks about your trip to Europe.

3. Threaten the baker who lied about the freshness.

~Nicholas De Marino

fall nightmare

I walk the green mile

back to school

~Helen Buckingham

 

bar happy hour

even the restroom's toilet paper

unwinding

~John J. Dunphy

under the old jalopy

gnarled pumpkin vines

grow

~Joan C. Fingon

mooncakes

one piece of the rabbit

left to share

~Joanna Ashwell

wishbones

fearing the snap

of disappointment

~Joanna Ashwell

rising humidity

I call a guy over

to kill the cockroach

~Violet Avery Hall

zoom class

a fly keeps landing

on the girl that hates me

~Violet Avery Hall

I had writer’s block.

Then I decided

this poem was good enough.

~Noah Berlatsky

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lpt

~Jaey Price

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Evening of September 26, 2025

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 press conference-

the stomping

leads to whine

~dan smith

Electoral College

no electives

anymore

~dan smith

she saved

calculated every expense

put everything aside

then she lost her mind

that's how her life went

~Marie Derley

elle a épargné

calculé chaque dépense

tout mis de côté

puis elle a perdu l’esprit

ainsi s’est passée sa vie

~Marie Derley

my world

ruled mostly

by honey badgers

~Tejendra Sherchan

what’s the trick

for staying grounded here?

well, gravity

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

these days

relating

to a gnarled tree

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

zebra day

licorice night

full tux wedding

~Elliot Diamond

winter deepens the earworm of our tragedy

~Bryan Rickert

slamming the door our house of cards

~Bryan Rickert

the spherical uncertainty of a perfect circle

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

stuck between white and black holes of her heart my self

~Tejendra Sherchan

the artists who broke the kindergarten paint rules

~Patrick Sweeney

an infinity of locked doors in the spotted leopard's mind


~Patrick Sweeney

loneliness circling back with a limp

~Patrick Sweeney

living for years on Aretha's 'huh'

~Patrick Sweeney