Afternoon of January 19, 2025

 


summer wind

with his last breath

i grow up

~Mona Bedi




pancake batter results may vary

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




her gaze until i am a gossip

~Vijay Prasad




plunge pool — i confess to all my flaws

~Mona Bedi




one cat three too many

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




marmalade in January the illusion of sunshine

~Jennifer Gurney




monolog turns into monostich short attention span

~John H. Dromey




in my city

starting day with the smells

of drunks

~Tejendra Sherchan




urban sky glow

I lose track

of a shooting star

~Mona Bedi




finally

blade of the winter

getting blunt

~Tejendra Sherchan




Bedtime

You are a good dog.

You are a diagonal dog.

Please move over.

~Noah Berlatsky




bubbling

with excitement

lava

~Roberta Beach Jacobson





hourglass —

I let him win

the argument

~Mona Bedi

Afternoon of January 15, 2025


 

 

wolf moon

the politician's

sheepish grin

~Melissa Dennison




Bukowski in space

writes like Bukowski on Earth

ham on rye and sex

~Nicholas De Marino




embracing word salad

she struggles to finish

her poem

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




I love you

 

like the little spider

that you would throw out

 

only to find that

it wove hearts

into its web for you

~Oliver Kleyer




autumn leaves

us in

the dark

~Jerome Berglund




All night

Heartbeats reverberating

Down lonely streets

~Sarah Mahina Calvello




deep dive

bubbles

of sea-ghosts

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




A Sad Dog Story


I like to scritch you,

but I don’t want you to lick me.

 

You like to be scratched

but you want to lick me.

 

Every satisfaction is also an irritation.

Such are dogs and love.

~Noah Berlatsky




mourning the death of live and let live

~dan smith




And there is hope


Dawn with dense fog.

Visibility is zero.

That means there is hope

That means fog will lift soon

That means we will see faces clearly.

~Partha Sarkar




nature

without politics

backyard garden

~Jerome Berglund

 


Afternoon of January 14, 2025

 


yet another failed attempt to reverse-engineer me

~Patrick Sweeney




 murmuration of starlings over a killing in the street

~Patrick Sweeney





on the city bus, constructing vast and intricate biographies

~Patrick Sweeney




'If you're not doing anything ' as a preface

~Patrick Sweeney


 

 

using rubber cement to glue the golden lady back together

~Patrick Sweeney




zoo monkeys

she runs her fingers

through my toupee

~Richard L. Matta




a burbling stream

winds its way through

elephant ears

the way our landline rings

and everyone listens

~Richard L. Matta




handle with care a box of mindworms

~John Hawkhead




meandering still the ghost of a river

~John Hawkhead




lost language droughts since records began

~John Hawkhead





back of the shelf so much expired thyme

~Richard L. Matta




needle dipping the sound of silence

~Richard L. Matta




the only ones

we catch and release

stink bugs

~AJ Johnson

 

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Morning of January 12, 2025

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wormholes calculating the mass extinction of birds

~Kelly Moyer




all in good faith her atheism

~Kelly Moyer




arctic axes parallel at the midline of her latitude

~Kelly Moyer




city lights

I look at the star map

on my phone

wondering what lies

beyond

~Ana Drobot



sun rays

the geometry

of happiness

~Ana Drobot




robin rustles leaves

lunch among old beer cans

~Steve Van Allen




each day I wake up

and wish

we were not in hell

~Noah Berlatsky




Ages of Man


stone

bronze

iron

plastic

fused sand

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




a good poem

would have been submitted

for publication

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




waning moon…

i turn back

into myself

~Anne Fox




chrysalis…

i move into my next stage

of stasis

~Anne Fox




after tremor

prolonged shaking

of the power lines

~Tejendra Sherchan




new math…

the moon

no closer

~Anne Fox




asphaleia:

the earthworm's take

on space-time

~Kelly Moyer




inner space…

i make room in my head

for a recliner

~Anne Fox


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