Morning of September 18, 2025

 

a button instead of an eye


~Mykyta Ryzhykh

a book falls out of the window like a bird


~Mykyta Ryzhykh

God in every freckle

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

mountain crows

disappear into fog —

a smile I can't hide

~Fatma Zohra Habis

war zone shadows blur my identity

~Fatma Zohra Habis

flood-stage river

in my dream

a clear sky

~Fatma Zohra Habis

hole in my leg

never saw the spider

or felt its bite

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

my headstone

I'd rather haunt

your damn house

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

one more

island nation gone

ice shelf melts

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

waterspout

ten thousand fish

launched

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

You are nobody.

Neither the moon nor the sun

Sees you walk away.

~Noah Berlatsky

End words are the same as those in Richard Wright’s haiku no. 1

swap meet 

finding a gently used 

companion 

~Stephanie Zepherelli

 stolen dreams 

 the wrong end

 of a wishbone 

~Stephanie Zepherelli

 finding everything i don’t need inconvenience store

~Stephanie Zepherelli

insomnia

I contemplate the future

in circles

~Nisha Raviprasad

autumn sky

he leaves ...

halfway

~Nisha Raviprasad

potluck

my spoon

in his mouth

~Jiel Narvekar

staple head

holding together

our paper trail

~Jiel Narvekar

slurred speech

the dentist motions

towards the sink

~Jiel Narvekar

her shadow without alphabets on my wall

~Vijay Prasad

captured in the cobweb a cockroach

~Tejendra Sherchan

waking up at 10:57

checkout's 11

alarm didn't ring

~Sherri J Moye-Dombrosky

thinking it's seaweed

the stinging begins

sea nettles

~Sherri J Moye-Dombrosky

daytime tv

the algorithm of celebrity

and WW3

~Steve Black

distant sun

deadheading paper roses

in art therapy

~Steve Black

I scream

You scream

We all scream

And will never wake up

From the horrible nightmare

~Nicholas De Marino

quit circling the issue

and cut the difference

we both have π on our faces

~Nicholas De Marino

never alone in compromisery

~Nicholas De Marino

artifictional realternatives

~Nicholas De Marino

 

 

Morning of September 14, 2025

 

Smoking

My father’s eyes flash lava

and his pipe erupts

with smoke and ash.

Volcanic smoke dims life and hope.

One day, we’ll see a fertile earth.

If only we survive.

~Nolcha Fox

Exasperation

is inspiration

sitting on its butt.

~Nolcha Fox

heavy burden

on tree arms

shoefiti

~Pegah Rahmati Nezhad

a reverse hourglass

i think of

illusion of time

~Pegah Rahmati Nezhad

in my dustpan

untouched by the broom

moonlight

~John J. Dunphy

I see her in birds

magpies, in particular

the blue & the white

~Stephen Ground

she grabbed her walker

& rolled right out the front door

destined for the sea

~Stephen Ground

she ran her fingers

through his bird's nest of a beard

& pulled out an egg


~Stephen Ground

windshield rain

this season of

goodbyes

~John Pappas

evening news

another reason for

another drink

~John Pappas

winter solstice

a short message

after the tone

~John Pappas

last fly

of the season

the smell

of coming winter

at the window


~Ron Scully

 

daylight savings

must come out of the long night's

deep pockets


~Ron Scully

the lawnmower

finds my lost trowel


~Belinda Behne

i enter the wind to become less

~Vijay Prasad

hats off to the ungovernable wind

~Patrick Sweeney

overdue nowhere

wolf spider

in the plastic tub

~Patrick Sweeney

gone ten thousand years

the back door left

wide-open

~Patrick Sweeney

 

Afternoon of September 11, 2025

finding one’s lost self cue the tiny violin

~Peter Jastermsky

umbilical cord she releases the rest of him

~Peter Jastermsky

approaching ICE anyone anytime

~Peter Jastermsky

playing it safe

reservations for one

at an all-night diner

~Peter Jastermsky

Wednesday…

a fly in the middle

of everything

~Sharon Ferrante

somewhere deep inside the question of my destination

~Arvinder Kaur

no one notices

a firefly’s passing

star filled night

~Arvinder Kaur

sky haze

melts into gray waves

smudges horizon

~Janet Ruth Heller

full moon

through the hollow chimney

a wolf howls

~Jennifer Gurney

Ass

If there is no ass, there is no revolution.

Ass- the backbone of civilization.

~Partha Sarkar

hailing so hard

a hole

in his ego

~Bipasha Majumder (De)

drizzle . . .

a dragon

dies

~Bipasha Majumder (De)

cattle truck moans nothing we could do

~John Hawkhead

blistering heat

still no end in sight

to the killing

~John Hawkhead

declining sun

shadow fingers stretch

over a mass grave

~John Hawkhead

a hungry drain bares

teeth of water

slowly I disappear

~Patrick G. Roland

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Afternoon of September 10, 2025

 

chagas

screw worm

and bad teeth

~dan smith

AI Theology-

its thoughts of God

are of itself

~dan smith

cat turd

plenty left for a fly

to digest

~Randy Brooks

wet with dog slobber

her sock monkey’s smile

a loose red thread

~Randy Brooks

corn husk doll

with no face

her selfie friend

~Randy Brooks

Evicted

I protest against imperialism

and am evicted by my own shadow.

~Partha Sarkar

growing up

there wasn't anybody solving for x in my house

~Patrick Sweeney

he admitted to asking A.I. all kinds of existentially impossible questions

~Patrick Sweeney

strange

this need to take

a side

~Patrick Sweeney

ripe grapes

the unexpected praise

from her mother-in-law

~Boryana Boteva

each sporting

a vacuum sealed

portable ocean

~Richard Magahiz

the thin line

of masked troopers

splashed in love potion

~Richard Magahiz

it was no contest

those lips the

color of Mars

~Richard Magahiz

Saturn spinning to Put a Ring on It

~Martina Matijević

in another life I'm aboard the Enterprise

~Martina Matijević

everything orbits something law of the universe

~Tejendra Sherchan

those rusty chains for the drive axles

must've been to Mars and back

~Patrick Sweeney

if you ever feel small think of Pluto

~Martina Matijević

cosmic imperialism

our universe continues

to expand

~John J. Dunphy

moon landing what if I have to pee

~Martina Matijević

Stars

Of the seven

Unbroken promise

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

New Journal: Circle of Salt

 

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