Morning of March 14, 2025

 

 

The hours I spend

reading your poems, zen masters,

burn with sacred fire.

~Morley Cacoethes




sending regrets

The Thinker

having second thoughts

~Barrie Levine




bird flies up halving the sky

~Tejendra Sherchan




x-ray films all the bones outlasting me

~Barrie Levine




mistook the poem for periodontal machine

~Noah Berlatsky




day moon somewhere i become someone

~Vijay Prasad




fate lines rechecking my apotelesm

~Arvinder Kaur




twilight in the battlefield wind’s dirge

~Arvinder Kaur




now empty the condemned convict's cell

~John J. Dunphy




toy shovels

foretell the sand

children at play


~Elliot Diamond




high-wind warning

the earthworm's parachute

full of finch feathers

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer




Farm Fresh


Locking eyes

with the void,

I become nothing;

though, today,

I am a tuber,

ripped as I was

from solid ground,

that you can,

if you wish,

imagine happy.

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer




vernal equinox

I take my coffee with

half and half

~John J. Dunphy




being alone…

plaintive drip drip of the

dehumidifier

~David Cox




Gurgles of melting

snow and dead leaves from the church

where we shadows lurk.


~Morley Cacoethes




how slow

the blooming of a peace lily

bedroom argument

~Arvinder Kaur




evolutionary theory


chronic illness

i embrace

my adaptations

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

 

 


 

 

Heterodox Haiku: Open for theme of roots

Reading thru March. Send up to 10 photo haiku/haiga or tanka art exploring theme of roots (figuratively, literally, loosely or closely). Ideally rectangular (not square) art, as we will be full paging these in 5x8 sizing. Appreciated if you have photos available separate from words, as will be eventually titling selections all w/same font and style for consistency! Email: thesmokingshow@yahoo.com.

Morning of March 10, 2025

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                    Into the Fray

                                                    ~Kelly Sauvage Moyer



cracker crumb crusade


movie night

the kittens root

about the bedsheets

~Terri L. French/Kelly Sauvage Moyer




ragged birkenstocks


hippie festival

the yogini’s herbal

pyramid scheme

~Robert P. Moyer/Kelly Sauvage Moyer




Buying coffee

Anger is an expensive

Luxury


~Sarah Mahina Calvello




percolator’s burble


shattered carafe

the laws of physics call

for psilocybin

~Terri L. French/Kelly Sauvage Moyer




White Cheddar


the box of cheese

is due today

the birthday gift

from a facebook friend

who works two jobs

and orders presents

for those less fortunate

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




White House

spiderman

oh, what a tangled web

~dan smith




star

pejazzled

banner

~Helen Buckingham




disruption—

his sick/cad/ian

rhythms

~dan smith




Ursa Minor

stars beyond dancing

dancing

~Helen Buckingham




surveillance—

Sunday in the Park

With George (Orwell)

~dan smith




 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

awaiting diagnosis

the cat kneads

my every regret

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

 

 


 

Afternoon of March 9, 2025

 

Hey, Tiger!

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer


 


Spacetime

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

 

 

Earth slaps tariffs

on everything in sight

Mars sees red

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




her snacking abilities

noted in performance report

page 2

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




she shoots through the door

her late husband

is spitting bullets

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




the robot

peels off its human face

the hand we're dealt

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




werebunnies

the fangs only

half the story

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel




What You Catch


before

the girl looked weird

both heads making eyes at him

during

grubs spilled out

with every retch and cough

after

she put his rolled-up skin

in the dumpster

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

 

 


 


a tapestry of emotions pursuing divorce

~Katherine E Winnick




at the corner of here and there landmines


~Roberta Beach Jacobson




a gaze lays bare the regions indeterminate in her

~Vijay Prasad




among the dirt

while I sweep my house

a rolling away pill

~Tejendra Sherchan




we wind up

grandma’s cuckoo clock

silence


~Belinda Behne




just one more

piece of chocolate


~Belinda Behne




A Lifelong Project



Accepting

that your poetry

is not

very good.

~Noah Berlatsky

 


 

 

 
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Afternoon of March 7, 2025

 












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I dreamed I was in a Fellini movie

shooing a horsefly off the gorgonzola with a pink boa,

     anyone?


~Patrick Sweeney




Had Lenin toiled in the production centre?


Did Lenin himself toil in the sun?

Had Lenin hammered in the production,

There would be a complete revolution.


~Partha Sarkar




she doesn't want to talk about monkey bites in the coliseum


~Patrick Sweeney




staring at the bustling people fishes on sale


~Tejendra Sherchan




sunset moving a silhouette of shamrocks onto the bathroom wall


~Patrick Sweeney




tooth fairy decay

~Roberta Beach Jacobson


 

 

you can speak freely in front of these house sparrows


~Patrick Sweeney




cameras flash our rebirth is thwarted


~Richard Magahiz




in celebration of introversion hoodie

~Roberta Beach Jacobson




suddenly anxious for the appearance of violets


~Patrick Sweeney




boiling in the blood a sniveling appetite for lead


~Richard Magahiz



the clouds maybe don't know what they've gotten themselves mixed up in


~Patrick Sweeney




alone with my thoughts

clench eyes tight from the voices

too loud, too damn loud


~James Benger




ocelot protocols

stumps rot

to fashion-dust


~Richard Magahiz




after the rain

courts rule in favor

of the rainbow


~Jennifer Gurney




milkweed silk

at each ear     spiderwebs

drape the snout


~Richard Magahiz