Afternoon of February 2, 2026

 

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

altostratus moon

step by step

into Fimbulwinter

~Joshua St. Claire

twilight walk home insecurity cameras

~Wendy Cobourne

passing through bushes

the smoke shadow

as it leaves me

~Jerome Berglund

Even if

Even if I do not want to,

AI will compel me

to forget my own entity.

~Partha Sarkar

deserted street

the pigeon returns

to the puddle

~Francoise Maurice

Minneapolis

bitterly cold wind

so much ice

~Marie Derley

kindness

feels like a dream when the world

is so full of ice

~Jennifer Gurney

our guides to peace

a poet, a nurse and

barefoot monks in snow

 

~Jennifer Gurney

 

the world

is a witness

cellphone video

~Jennifer Gurney

loaded with truth camera

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Microbes of the mind

passed on by someone

who does not love us.

~Jeffrey Taylor

city park

a squirrel reaches

for a handout

~Gareth Nurden

night train

lives pass by

in the blink of an eye

~Gareth Nurden

letting

the first mosquito go

not the second

~Hynek Koziol

The Bagman

shuffles by in tattered Nikes

pushing a rusty shopping cart

with one hand, a half empty

bottle in the other.

He is singing ( slightly off-key 

I notice ) " climb in " he says

" oh, most ethical one

let's have one more cup

before we go. "

~dan smith

work in progress

revising

my life

~M. R. Pelletier

 

 

 

Where to submit your work this month

 

tinywords

https://tinywords.com/submit/

Only Human Senryu

https://www.onlyhumansenryu.com/guidelines

Circle of Salt

http://circleofsaltmag.blogspot.com/

smols

https://smolspoetryjournal.blogspot.com/

Horror Senryu Journal

https://horrorkujournal.blogspot.com/

Kingfisher Journal

https://kingfisherjournal.com/submissions/

theme: sex, drugs, and rock & roll

Afternoon of January 30, 2026

  

 

worried about what he might've said under anesthesia

~Patrick Sweeney

soon they'll be wanting the names of poets who are making notes

on the complexity of the red dahlia

~Patrick Sweeney

this downward spiral all uphill


~Anne Fox

sleazemore

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

running into the other autocorrect

~Vishal Prabhu

bracing himself for catastrophic replacement

~Patrick Sweeney

high treason in the streets

then back to walking

his dog

~Patrick Sweeney

Too much chaos

Thoughts put

On ice

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

Aging star

Illusion

On illusion

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

there to greet me

first thing in the morning...

the heebie-jeebies

~Mark Meyer

what didn't I do?

she says I always never

or never always

~Mark Meyer

no map required...

on the road

to Wit's End

~Mark Meyer

no payment due

for 18 months

shady windows

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

full moon

mixing acrylic colors

in the cauldron


~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Curiosity

Curiosity of childhood-only simplicity that one loses forever.

~Partha Sarkar

winter night

crescent moon holding up

a drunkard

~Tejendra Sherchan

she knew I needed a big slice of cheesecake

~Patrick Sweeney

fading away a graveyard of deadnames

~John Hawkhead

full disclosure, I used to pick fleas off the pink belly of our Siamese cat

~Patrick Sweeney

 

Evening of January 27, 2026

 

Green Leader

 

 

ten below

child asks her mother

if she can

put a coat on

her snowman

~John J. Dunphy

The empty chairs

know enough

to get in

out of the rain

as they sit

under the breezeway.

~Diane Webster

Rusted hinges

clamp shut

the shutters

even as green vines

traverse the cracks

searching for an in.

~Diane Webster

On the forest floor

a mushroom blooms white.

If no one sees,

does it exist?

~Diane Webster

one long mispronunciation

~Patrick Sweeney

in the dark

tugging on the frayed sleeve

of a saint

~Patrick Sweeney

students of history

shopping for passports

~Patrick Sweeney

the difference

justice                                               justify

~Nicholas De Marino

Renée Good

Alex Pretti

I say their names

~Jennifer Gurney

same shit

two dung beetles

fight over a pile

~Lisa Sparaco

silencing

our smartphones

another emergency alert

~Lisa Sparaco

If My Poems Of Sorrow

burst into flame

I will smother them

in discarded blankets

living on smoke damage

till another poem arises

gift from the arsonist

~dan smith

Originally published in Crooked River

tormenta sin fin -

un pescado mordiendo

su propia cola

endless storm -

a fish consumes

its own tail

~David Cox

Echo of clocks

Whirligig days

Coffee IV

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

wind chill factor

the real feel

of ICE

~Cynthia Anderson

Minneapolis street

its snow

bloodied

~John J. Dunphy