Morning of March 19, 2025

 

 

 

haiku about fish

heads I win

tails you lose

~Jennifer Gurney




starry & sky


bedbound

her dreams now available

in syndication

~Heidi McIver/Kelly Sauvage Moyer




as above, so to go


passed through

the drive-up window

something akin to enlightenment

~Heidi McIver/Kelly Sauvage Moyer




a rich man’s hammer


first hundred days

the shards

of social service

~Heidi McIver/Kelly Sauvage Moyer




running miles

inside my head —

insomnia

~Debarati Sen




the earth turns

the wind blows

and you are here

~Jennifer Gurney




naughty leap-year antics bubbles in the bisque


~Roberta Beach Jacobson



clock tower

a broken kite hangs

from the finial

~Debarati Sen




Purpose

 

not a good artist

or poet

not a good

 

man, but

propping

up the dog

snoring good

 

enough

~Noah Berlatsky




dusting

the bagua mirror

in spring...

the deflection

of my own reflection

~Jackie Chou




blood moon

the phlebotomist

finds a good vein

~Jackie Chou




rotting a slow erosion of something

~Vijay Prasad




Sick in bed with the humidifier on


I could draw a lopsided heart

with my little finger

on the steamed up window pane


but instead flash myself

a peace sign in the closet’s mirror—

the least I can do.

~Miriam Sagan




Keep silence, Sound pollution

Keep silence, Sound pollution.

It is world hearing day.

~Partha Sarkar




Sore bones

Unfolding like

An accordion


~Sarah Mahina Calvello




They Said


don't send poetry

with flash

and don't send flash

with poetry

I thought my stuff

fit perfectly

~dan smith

 

Morning of March 17, 2025

 


The Embrace


~Jean-Paul Moyer




AI prompts

unlearning how to

think for myself


~Kevin Browne




airport layover

no flights to

an ascetic future


~Kevin Browne




do you see what I see

is the first

question


~Patrick Sweeney




Picasso’s horse

a blast of Chicago wind

through my ribs


~Randy Brooks




food pantry shelves

most of us past

our expiration dates


~Randy Brooks




the promise of spring

I gather myself

into a bouquet


~Anne Fox



 

file this

what if everyone said

they did nothing all week


~dan smith




conversation the rain brings up worms


~Kevin Browne




the dead always want to tag along


~Patrick Sweeney




PTSD 1

 

slapping

a

child

then

telling

him

not

to

cry.


~Matt Borczon




PTSD 2

 

the

dead

deer

in

the

road

has

the

face

of

my

daughter.


~Matt Borczon




PTSD 3

 

three

days

after

that

nightmare

there

is

still

blood

under

her

nails.


~Matt Borczon




PTSD 4

 

still

washing

blood

out

of

her

hair

ten

years

later.

 
~Matt Borczon




no typo-

unlawful orders

Musk be disobeyed


~dan smith




spinning the globe

convinced i will find

something better


~Stephanie Zepherelli




your ratty sneakers

hanging out in the garage

as if you're still here


~Jennifer Gurney




I procrastinate

with the desire for nothing

clock ticking


~Francoise Maurice




choosing colors

more carefully now

last canvas


~Stephanie Zepherelli



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