By Federico C. Peralta

border check—

   monarch overtakes

      a long queue

Federico C. Peralta

Nominations for the 2025 Pushcart Prize (Poetry)

 

 

Mar 26:

periodic table

the stars that flow

through us

Eugeniusz Zacharski

Apr 5:

closed clinic

another choice

terminated

Scott Wiggerman

Apr 9:

gentle dawn ...

the haiku remains

unfinished

Samo Kreutz

Apr 22:

losing the path

deep in the forest

I find myself

deep in the forest

losing myself

I find the path

losing the path

I find myself

deep in the forest

Belinda Behne

Oct 6:

long weekend

the news comes

on a friday

Jerome Berglund

Oct 12:

fake profile —

why would anyone

want to be me

Susan Burch

 

Big congratulations to our six Pushcart nominees!

Nominations for the Touchstone Awards are underway, so please remain patient. Uploading the data for 30 poems is taking considerable time and effort. It's a lengthy process, but the Touchstone announcement will be posted at the journal once everything is finished.

By Robert Kania

from where

the wind is blowing

an election flyer

Robert Kania

By Joshua St. Claire

two racks of antlers collapsing stars


Joshua St. Claire

By Michael Minassian

Because it has 3 lines

and you mention spring

doesn’t make it a haiku.

Michael Minassian

By Joseph Howse

silence

as shrill

as a shriek

Joseph Howse

By Herb Kitson

shattered dreams—

I stay behind

to pick up the pieces

Herb Kitson

By Robert Epstein

pre-autumn breeze

she brushes her hair

to take out the trash

Robert Epstein

By Mike Gallagher

six crocodiles

a thousand years

among the reeds


Mike Gallagher

struggling

up the hill

stragglers

Mike Gallagher

By Alexis Rotella

To become a butterfly

I spill out

my guts

Alexis Rotella

 

 

tree frog a pendant I'll never wear around my neck


Alexis Rotella

 

 

a note to myself reminding me to eat

Alexis Rotella

By RJ Humbl’

Tired old gent

Up the Apple and Pears

And done

RJ Humbl’

Cup of Rosie

With each warm embrace

Steam leaves

RJ Humbl’

By Pitt Büerken

skyscraper

the window cleaner comes

from above


Pitt Büerken

joyride

the engine oil level

warning light flashes


Pitt Büerken

winter approaches

a summer love ends

for good

Pitt Büerken

By Cecil Morris

Haunted


all night long the ghosts

creak through the house on mouse feet

whispering regrets


Cecil Morris

By Ravi Kiran

robed in starlight

ghost of the dream

we strangled

Ravi Kiran