Afternoon of January 20, 2025

diving

into the new year

no intention of touching bottom

~Jennifer Gurney

desert Houdinis

a royal flush of camels

folds into sand

~Douglas J. Lanzo

shifting perspectives

a boy

and a chameleon

~Douglas J. Lanzo

into

the great wide

open

~Jennifer Gurney

remembering

mental illness

remembering

what

no memory

of why

~Shasta Hatter

the bruising number of times

I had five apples

take away two

~Patrick Sweeney

inching

toward spring

one more minute of light

~Jennifer Gurney

iron deep pan

standing the heat for years

frying donuts

~Tejendra Sherchan

add a Manchurian blizzard or two to your picture of me

~Patrick Sweeney

enough of fragility of ice covering the lake

~Fatma Zohra Habis

Now Streaming:  Consciousness

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

mad in the mirror of this rented room

~Patrick Sweeney

press conference pressing a little harder

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

the kind of guy who doesn't count to ten

~Patrick Sweeney

within a ptolemaic universe workshopping poems

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

in 1959 I said yes to the Spumoni

~Patrick Sweeney

paternity testing in accordance with cupid's thermodynamic arrow of time

~Kelly Moyer

I cross

the bridge at night

to the other side

the dawn breaks

and all my plans are lost

~Fatma Zohra Habis

pussyhats

back in season

this January

~Morag Elizabeth Humble

January 20

I listen to MLK, Jr's

'I have a dream' speech

while watching on mute

the inauguration

~John J. Dunphy

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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Afternoon of January 10, 2025

new year’s eve

time to start last year’s

resolutions

~Sharon Ferrante

war news the creeping kudzu

~John Pappas

no matter what I write indifferent winter

~John Pappas

year’s end

a letter marked

return to sender

~John Pappas

the calm

before the

bam

~Jennifer Gurney

loss for words

watching your beauty up close

ai generated

~Jiel Narvekar

rewilded garden

in my dreams

I am the butterfly

~Rashmi VeSa

my puppy

meets friends —

flea exchange

~Tomislav Maretic

farewell —

remembering my first day

at work

~Debarati Sen

I remember this bistro

and the handsome man

on the mandolin

we ate escargot—

wrote our death poem

in the rain

~Sharon Ferrante

seven years

a broken spider

on the mirror

~Sharon Ferrante

though nevermore

still you carve my name

on the white whale

~Sharon Ferrante

sleepwalking

from planet to planet

again you don’t know

where you left

my double moons

~Sharon Ferrante

hiss and tell the Year of the Snake

~Rashmi VeSa

Afternoon of January 9, 2025

2025

and they thought we'd have

jet packs and flying cars

~Melissa Dennison

he noted the absence of snoods in the zeitgeist

~Patrick Sweeney

he'd spring impossible math problems on you

and always in front of someone

you secretly loved

~Patrick Sweeney

blue-eyed gaze

of an orange cat

is that the face

of one who hunts

for birds and mice

~Jackie Chou

'Shouting indistinctly' in the old war movie, a guy from the neighborhood

~Patrick Sweeney

underground railroad

a Mississippi river town

no one knows

~Randy Brooks

at the top of the stairs

out of mother’s closet

a prom dress

~Randy Brooks

Piece In The Valley

here a gun

there a gun

everywhere

a gun gun

~dan smith

It’s funny

What you remember

Under a vast sky

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

Late night,

I look up

to greet

the self-loathing

I was hoping

to save

for tomorrow.

~Noah Berlatsky

angry

origami cranes

paper cuts

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

high winds

a dozen ravens

hold the maple down

~Tom Blessing

a murder of crows

the tree pretending

it's dead

~Patricia Carragon

icy pavements

resolutions

just slipping away

~Melissa Dennison

alley

in front of his cardboard box

a welcome mat

~John J. Dunphy

The Zen of Old Timers

breaking pots

fleeting thoughts

perfecting non-attachment

~dan smith

winter seclusion, when there's no sugar bowl to break

~Patrick Sweeney

winter horsefly, go on with your bad self

~Patrick Sweeney

another hyperventilating method actor on channel 5

~Patrick Sweeney

New Year's Day

unmasking the old year

with the new one

~Patricia Carragon

no red envelopes

given or received

by relatives

are we losing face

this new snake year

~Jackie Chou

 

 

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