Cradled Moon.

Fossombrone, Italy. Photo credits: Oana Maria Cercel.

Sunday, February 9, 2025

Steve Black (from 2024)


back in town 
going by a different name
too late to run
too late to be forgiven
hurricane season
—Steve Black

painkiller
she washes the day
from my back
anoints oil to the scars
that never go away
—Steve Black

the back door
into the night
i left open
i thought 
she would close

—Steve Black



Editor's Note: These are from the "lost poems" chosen by founding editor, Roberta Beach Jacobson. 

Saturday, February 8, 2025

Aja Rhianna

last pail of milk 

we say goodbye 

to our favorite cow 

—Aja Rhianna


gentle waves 

the calm 

before moonlight

—Aja Rhianna

Kavita Ratna

threadbare blanket 

on the other side 

a new day

—Kavita Ratna

Nicoletta Ignatti

moonspots... 

she keeps all her secrets

to herself 

—Nicoletta Ignatti


spring twilight- 

telling her 

we will no longer be friends

—Nicoletta Ignatti

Friday, February 7, 2025

Sarah Mahina Calvello

the smell

of flowers in blushing

burnt sun

—Sarah Mahina Calvello

Marylyn Burridge

unsteady

on my bruised ego

apache plume

—Marylyn Burridge

Deborah Karl-Brandt

cat's eyes

the blackbird tunes into

fortissimo

—Deborah Karl-Brandt


worn-out socks

learning how to mend them

into a haiku

—Deborah Karl-Brandt

Thursday, February 6, 2025

Partha Sarkar

bird twitching 

its tail—waves

in the sun.

—Partha Sarkar

John J. Dunphy

outdoor nativity scene

one of the Wise Men

facing the wrong way

—John J. Dunphy


his last road trip

my friend arrives

at the cemetery

—John J. Dunphy 

Vickie Yiannoulou

old bedroom

a bassinet holds

one tiny sock

—Vickie Yiannoulou

Wednesday, February 5, 2025

Anne Fox

woodpecker poem…

the clickety-clack

of his old typewriter

Anne Fox

Oscar Luparia

licking a stamp

the flavor

of nostalgia

—Oscar Luparia


homemade bread

a handful of sesame seeds

for the sparrows

—Oscar Luparia

Miriam Sagan

thunderclap—

the ghost of my cat 

hits the bed

—Miriam Sagan

Elliot Diamond

icecaps

with sprinkles

sweating

—Elliot Diamond

László Aranyi

dirty spider's web

the creeping hourglass

etched in all of us

—László Aranyi

Mishti Choudhury

keeping an eye

on me

this moon

—Mishti Choudhury

Shine on, a haibun by David Ngo

Amid the rhythm of machines in the ICU, you ride the relentless tide of a stroke, each breath straining to fill your fading lungs—all for one thought: the uncertain future of those left behind. 


    twilight...
    the fading flicker
    of a spark 

(in memoriam, my late mother Ling Boey King, 1936-2025)
—David Ngo

Read by Oana Maria Cercel: https://www.instagram.com/reel/DGyGZEgvO-A/?igsh=cnphZ3E2eGVuM2lx

Tuesday, February 4, 2025

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