by Brother Bilal

by learningpoet

by JP Davies

by Catherine Edmunds

by learningpoet

I flooded my body.
My organs did the dead man’s float
downstream, my brain too
waterlogged to grasp that
my heart gasped
for a grip on rhythm

I drained the septic tank and
sang in ceremonious sacrifice;
I marveled in the thrill of being gutted.
My blood ran from thick and hot
to an icy pink diluted solution,
cells hyponatremic and bulbous.
Sore, seething, and secretly starved for

by T. E. Taylor

by Miles T. Ranter

We’re microbes in the clouds of Venus
of an otherworldly genus
gobbling CO2 and spitting
out sulfuric acid—fitting
for a life form that can waft
akin to an oceangoing craft
far above the rocks and soil
whose heat will make lead bullets boil.

We’re vitamin D3 gourmets,
drinking ultraviolet rays
as we have done for donkey’s years,
wild about the atmosphere’s
asphyxiating greenhouse gas,
so reflective that your glass
sees only jewel-like radiance.
You scientists are on the fence

by JP Davies

Françoise Hardy trills
‘Le Temps de L’amour’

as the city draws back
Sunday morning sheets;

we slug galoise-scented coffee
and remember the night:

crates of wine, music
in the Marais bookshop;

the Dutchman waltzing
a plastic rose seller,

pronouncing us man and wife
with a jasmine ring.

At Longchamp you took a chance
on Molly Malone, my outsider love,

trouncing all at twelve-to-one;
losing bets fluttering like confetti.

by Ogedengbe Tolu impact

autumn river—
a monk tears another page
in his diary

306th Weekly Poetry Contest

by Dr. Jayashree Konar

Orange sun rises,
a late night moon falls asleep!
clouds cover her eyes.

304th Weekly Poetry Contest