Morning of September 13, 2024

 

Please, Take a Seat

~Kelly Moyer

Photos available here

sleepless night

a tiny version of me

in the freezer

~Emil Karla

the owl

on the lookout

for dragons

~Emil Karla

generation gap

missing cow's milk

with my coffee

~Melissa Dennison

first bite

a baby leech

on my ankle

~Tejendra Sherchan

lightning can strike twice —

the second wife

also a psychopath

~Stacy Taylor

total eclipse —

people don’t see

what they don’t want to see

~Stacy Taylor

a spiritualist

in dark shades

smiles at the eclipse

~Robert Witmer

certitude

to be lost and to find

your own footprints

~Robert Witmer

psychedelic moon landing

I fantasize...

all of those small steps

we never took

~Joana Figueiredo

lost deeper

in the static blackness

we stare

at the turned off TV; we are

nothing more than

shadow silhouettes; trapped

on bare screens

~Joana Figueiredo

in need of a hug runaway train

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

in the city of self-pity knowing the residents by name

~Joana Figueiredo

these pebbles in my hand

far older than I will ever be

                          yet

~Tom Blessing

who i was

i am not

who i am

i will not be

impermanent

like the wave

~Tom Blessing

waiting for the garbage truck

ravens, seagulls, and me

~Tom Blessing

dying from drought

the weeds around

the fire hydrant

~John J. Dunphy

aurora borealis

setting the focus

to infinity

~Rupa Anand

the innocence of

believing David Cassidy

could be mine

~Jennifer Gurney

seashells —

nothingness

of the serial hoarder

~Maurizio Brancaleoni

A stillborn citizen

A festoon stands

By a galloping train

In rain.

Sees the clock time-

A poem without rhyme.

And taunts the citizen.

Does the festoon know why?

~Partha Sakar

blue dream

everything that helps close

the ozone hole

~Fatma Zohra Habis

Afternoon of September 10, 2024

those bitter comments

beyond her comfort zone

~words and image Wanda Amos

evolving circles

never ending

the infinity

of my mind

… day dreaming

~Wanda Amos

waves are incessant / they come in just to go out / and I still wonder

~Charles A. Perrone

the shattered syntax of a neither

~Vijay Prasad

if AI has an epiphany is it human

~dan smith

driver’s ed

car in P

for panic

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

he never knew who was singing along

~Patrick Sweeney

the ghostliness of setting the table early

~Patrick Sweeney

his satori ended up being the onset of a head cold

~Patrick Sweeney

he crossed three rows and two aisles to quote the 'refrigerator' haiku to me

~Patrick Sweeney

Hykoo

Refrigeration

not needed, poems will keep;

spoil, decay, rot? NOT!

~Suzanne S. Austin-Hill

tiny arms

Tyrannosaurus Rex can’t punt

the football

~Randy Brooks

Piper

I am the mourner with the bagpipes and tartan,

blowing nine notes as I approach the Gate. I can’t

guarantee the frisson that raises goosebumps

though the search for it has filled every syringe

in the alley; names proclaiming they were here,

wearing away a wall.

~Cheryl Snell

For Fifty Years I Run Naked through the Halls to Take a Test I’m Unprepared for


The test- dream wakes me

or is it the alarm’s buzz?

Either way: it's Monday

~Cheryl Snell

strawberry

slopes of Red Fuji—

a shaved ice

~Stephen J. DeGuire

potato rot

deepening with each peel

a rapist's interview

~Daipayan Nair

All the trains are dead

After I reach the station,

I find the train has passed away.

Now it is 11.59 p.m.

Now I have nowhere to go

but before me there is a lot of darkness-

The vast open space for introspection.

I sit under the stars and meditate to be enlightened.

~Partha Sarkar

The offal is sacred

The hapless food delivery boy did not know

What tragedy was waiting for him. He knocked on the door and

No sooner had the owner of the flat opened the door

Than a dog from the room pounced on the delivery boy

And scared, he fell from the stairs and died.

But after that, did it (The owner of the house) chew the bones?

~Partha Sarkar

the sea drowns in the silence of the waves

and takes the seagulls with it

I'm not a bird

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

a house is growing on the slope of my eyes

the pupils give artificial dilapidation

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

he wants to be a samurai

the boy who never looked up

from his phone

~Patrick Sweeney

snakes...

the colors and patterns

not so lovable

~Tejendra Sherchan

sometimes the clock

I watch barely moves—

neither do I

~words and image James Penha

Afternoon of September 7, 2024

Critique

I don’t think you should end a poem with

“My life has changed.”

~Noah Berlatsky

You don’t think about what you say.

I don’t say what I think.

The perfect marriage.

~Nolcha Fox

purple flowers

all over a pine forest

oblivious wife

~Tejendra Sherchan

the dead are still here

plants overwatered, underwatered, forgotten

~Steve Van Allen

Give light, Sun

What to do? How to walk steadily?

Do not know the blunt skeletons

And very often get morbid.

I come across them and get sad

But I do not put forward my hand

Rather ask the Sun to come out of the clouds

And give them light so that

They can stand erect and walk.

~Partha Sarkar

The great struggle of writing

is to see the truth

in your bank account.

~Noah Berlatsky

The Net Equivalent

of standing

in the kitchen

wondering why

u walked

in there

is going to Google

but forgetting

what you were

planning to search for

~Keith Snow

falling in love with the transplant surgeon

she whispers, "take my hand"

~Morgan Ellington

night duty

the hushed whisper

from behind

~Bidyut Prabha Gantayat

stuck in traffic

a billboard promises

relief

~Nalini Shetty

autocorrect

my opinion reshaped

without consent

~Nalini Shetty

two-factor authentication

proving

I still exist

~Nalini Shetty

dystopian dreams—

the future

they warned us about

~Nalini Shetty

mono no aware

new moon

or noon awe

no more now

~Scott F. Parker

university

yes

uni

verse

i yes

visit

yes

~Scott F. Parker

unsolicited advice to self

pay attention

to what you're paying attention

to

~Scott F. Parker

 

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Morning of September 3, 2024

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s in the Bones

~Kelly Moyer

Photos available here

do not see me…

I am the face

of undecided

I have not picked

my story

—yet

~Sharon Ferrante

the poetry

of the lake

each breath

strikes the shore

alone

i paint

on empty rice paper

kilroy on a wall

feeling poetic

i slide into a chair

and start snoring

~Mike Rehling

collateral damage a spirit snake swallows its tail

~John Hawkhead

war footing the final bill

~John Hawkhead

crunch time cicadas taste like shrimp

~Sharon Ferrante

24 hour rolling news

I teach myself to see

things that aren’t there

~John Hawkhead

 

types of North Woods trees: deciduous, conifer, Big Foot

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

What I've learned

Summer flies are assholes

Fighting in the air

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

Labor Day

our union local president

goes into labor

~John J. Dunphy

 

only child

I am

the sibling

of myself

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

 

causation/correlation

i flip a coin

in the name of science

~Mike Rehling

I’ve decided

tonight

shall be simple

I’ll visit

the ocean

scream at it

~Sharon Ferrante

 

 

Morning of August 30, 2024

 

Naturally

~Kelly Moyer

Photos available here

bark hole —

safeguarding

our secrets

~Daipayan Nair

cosmic mandala

surrounded by the living

dead

~Deborah Karl-Brandt

Insomnia

You get so much done

when you’re dead.

~Noah Berlatsky

solitude

unasked for, unwanted

white noise of grief

~Jennifer Gurney

curtain call

the bees prepare

for their final encore

~Melissa Dennison

autumn wind here we go again

~Keith Evetts

how the months fly by vacuum cleaning

~Keith Evetts

barcode yeti calder’s batmobile

~J. D. Nelson

needles to say s

~J. D. Nelson

neighbour of nothing I keep it

~J. D. Nelson

cryptocurrency the look on grandma's face

~Keith Evetts

Say we’ll go to the ocean

then I’ll come

That is, if we go to the ocean.

~Wenyi Xiao

with a flu

she played the flute

a little cute,

a little coo.

~Marcus Ten Low

soon, the moon,

it will begone.

duck.

~Marcus Ten Low

The sea was supposed to give me revelations.

I listened and listened

it had the sound of an empty shell.

~Wenyi Xiao

sad and lonely haikuist's whoopee cushion

~Keith Evetts

 

 

Afternoon of August 27, 2024

when the Milky Way Galaxy was above and below the chained dipper

~Patrick Sweeney

the high anatomy of chewing vegetable roots and gazing at stars

~Patrick Sweeney

out

of

time

&

hyper

space

earth

no

longer

earth

~Randy Brooks

Hang On!

Moon age

day dreamer.

~Keith Snow

Earth again at last

herds of bison keep

radio silence

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

a snake vanishes—

gravity pulls it down

into the black hole

~Suraj Nanu

the cake exploded

the guest of honor briefly

surprised by the claws

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

zydeco deathmatch

another busker thrown

to the gators

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

"how could they be so dumb?"

child asks his parents

after watching historical reenactors

depict racism

~John J. Dunphy

monsoon at the end...

ants trailing thins out

in my bathroom

~Tejendra Sherchan

pest control

she brooms the salesman

off the porch

~Randy Brooks

I heard that there was a paradise.

But we wouldn't have it anymore.

Some idiot would have lost it.

~Marie Derley

a man’s shadow...

shrinks and vanishes

as he leaves the light

~Tejendra Sherchan

The blunt skeletons in sharp competition

The cloudy morning.

The three-wheelers are rushing breathlessly

To catch more passengers.

I watch and watch day by day

The blunt skeletons in sharp competition

And correct a geography lesson-

Every day the sun rises in the west.

~Partha Sarkar

buttonholing perfect strangers with observational irrelevancies

~Patrick Sweeney

we had tsetse flies and H-bombs when I was your age

~Patrick Sweeney

in her quiet way, she answered all my Chinese destinies

~Patrick Sweeney

already dropped

so many shoes

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

active crime scene crumbs of the cupcake lady

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

Haiku Dilemma

I must rearrange

the poetry books. Alas,

I’m not ready yet.

~Noah Berlatsky

Mahout

just off the Pennsylvania Turnpike

the yellow straw

~Patrick Sweeney

father said to son while counting the change in his pocket:

please don't breathe

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

(Originally published in Pate Journal)

although asphyxiation was improbable,

a full congregation

simultaneously exhaling

~Patrick Sweeney