Morning of April 16, 2025

 

The Ideal Mitten

I would rather much be

in the middle of

a greater in

the middle of

with a prescription and

a lozenge and

a very good dog

~Noah Berlatsky

Sally the pet snail

From orange to orange leaf

Takes about a week

From leaf to orange

About a month

Snail trail

In a bowl

Choreography

~Olinda Ninolakis

no place for birds anywhere


~Mykyta Ryzhykh

already tomorrow's name of monkeypox

~petro c. k.

Making contact with aliens, trying to throw a space-themed party. No response. Yet.

~Martina Matijević

a cyst only sound of the storm

~petro c. k.

stepping in footsteps following every day of the moon

~petro c. k.

the old pond

filled in

with concrete

~Melissa Dennison

Moths circle

'round the flame

itchy pallbearer stands still


~Laila Brahmbhatt

highway

devouring rocky mountains

a giant serpent

~Tejendra Sherchan

Small coffins are too heavy to carry

'Small coffins are too heavy to carry,'

Whispers make the air heavier.

~Partha Sarkar

conversing boulders

our children build

human cities

~Tejendra Sherchan

the curve

where the accident occurred

wildflowers


~Joseph P. Wechselberger

three point

one four one five nine

etcetera

~Jennifer Gurney

hospice

the dying woman's hair

dyed

~John J. Dunphy

election night

scurrying around campaign central

cockroaches


~Joseph P. Wechselberger

this poem has an existential crisis so it has no meaning

~Martina Matijević

my grocery list a failed haiku


~Barbara Anna Gaiardoni

war as a kigo for spring 2025 in a standard haikuist's dictionary

~Martina Matijević 

 

Morning of April 11, 2025

 

skin tag you're it

~Eavonka Ettinger

cross words

filling in the blank

spaces

~Eavonka Ettinger

inner core

shape-shifting

planet Earth

~Eavonka Ettinger

a-e-i-o-u

and sometimes

why

~Barrie Levine

taking up space

in his rock collection

my brother’s baby teeth

~Barrie Levine

someone’s soul

in the meadow silence

becomes a bug

~Mile Lisica

I turn off the lights

to see the constellation

in the horse's eyes

~Mile Lisica

on a journey

the unknown memory

in warm coffee

~Mile Lisica

summer meadow

a girl and her dog

unleashed


~Wendy Cobourne

psych class

she listens closely

to her voices


~Wendy Cobourne

conch shell horn

first contact

from another universe

~Randy Brooks

outdoor theatre

leaves spiral through

intermission

~Randy Brooks

Just filthy

Enough to work

Freudian slip

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

winter wearing layers wrinkles

~Radhika De Silva

the loaded tumbrels of historical destiny

~Patrick Sweeney

don't expect an ovation if you see the blue veins in the blonde temple of the sun

~Patrick Sweeney

it's because you invited that nosey poet who kept asking everyone to point to their souls

~Patrick Sweeney

 

Afternoon of April 9, 2025

 

Live and Let DEI Anthology:

Submit one poem this month to Winning Writers

 

 

            at the door

            a quartet of gargoyles

            new neighbors

            ~Stephanie Zepherelli

            changing the world

            children turn a map

            upside down

            ~Stephanie Zepherelli

            final ascent

            the inconvenience

            of falling flat

            ~Stephanie Zepherelli

bones bones bones

the creaking bones

I still call mine

~Robert Epstein

how apropos

after cleaning the kitchen

sponge cake

~Robert Epstein

discipline

discipline

midnight

~Robert Epstein

afterlife

but I am such

a homebody

~Robert Epstein

grandpa navigates
 
market change

one meme stock at a time

~Douglas J. Lanzo

sand

in my slippers

I dream of the ocean

~Jiel Narvekar

counting my blessings …

grateful even

for the odd

~Kelly Sargent

roses on clearance

how men no longer

look me in the eye

~Kelly Sargent

after much thought

I RSVP Mars

. . . no thanks

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

The cat-surf laps

At the milk-bowl beach.

~V. Grout

spring brings new neighbors…

unpacking curiosities

~Sarah Mirabile-Blacker

at the playground

birds talk

children screech

~Sarah Mirabile-Blacker

crows at dusk

pirates

pilfering snacks

~Sarah Mirabile-Blacker

 

 

Both journals now open:

                                                  Darkly Beautiful & Joyfully Wondrous

Morning of April 6, 2025

 

diagnosis

an unanticipated

shift in the wind

~words and image Kelly Sauvage Moyer

Monday morning mood Ctrl+Alt+Del

~Maria Tosti

ember leaves

beneath the ice

still flames

~Gareth Nurden

all the ways to say

Hands Off

I’ve lost count

~Jennifer Gurney

An invitation from a morgue

An invitation from a grave

And I accept it

for my resurrection.

~Partha Sarkar

from behind

the stone wall

incoherence

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

starving plants

guzzle moonlight

empty calories

~Nick De Marino

fractals uncurl

skyward

on ancient arms

~Nick De Marino

on the sidewalk

a lizard overtakes me

and leads me ahead

~Tejendra Sherchan

Frosted sugar

On suspended ice—

Life, and afterlife.

~Laila Brahmbhatt

peace treaty

one with nothing left to give,

one with no urge to take

~M. R. Pelletier

Planting flowers

Suddenly my backyard

Is botanical

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

Surprising

Fondness for ghosts

Memory lane

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

throwing

shade on trade

guess who

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

deep

in the software

inedible bugs

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

ARE YOU THERE SPECTRUM?

 

Twosome concrete slabs

Regimen walloped by strike

Mutism deluge.

~Zoé Mahfouz

triptych

driving home

from a double shift

flat tire(d)

school bus(t)

dealer arrested while

copying homework

white trash(ed)

their klan robes now gray

from fiery cross smoke

~John J. Dunphy

fishing report

I ask the blue heron

what he’s biting on

~AJ Johnson

mattress sale

we pay our respects

to George and Abe

~AJ Johnson

piece work

the robot hands me

another missed weld

~AJ Johnson

our lives – nothing more

than yesterday’s newspapers

caught in a hedgerow

~Malcolm Highfield

my anger

nibbling time

from the edge of life

~Malcolm Highfield

pants optional

sunbathing

with the skinks

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

 

dominion

the delusions

of bipedal mammals

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

 

mimicking

the orbit of my pancreas

rogue stars

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

art . . .

I crawl through the frame

to breathe

~Roberta Beach Jacobson