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Posts for June 14, 2026 (page 6)

Registration photo of Kat Briggs for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
Kat Briggs
Category
Poem
6/14/26

post race haiku

I’ve already hit
forty thousand steps and yet
I am still stepping

Registration photo of Jaime Quackenbush for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
Jaime Quackenbush
Category
Poem
3
6/14/26

Accidental Audio

Talking birds with you on one of our walks
I neglected to hit stop on my Merlin app,
resulting in a 5 minute, 26 second accidental audio recording
          of us.
Discovering this a month later
(cringing at my covertly recorded voice prattling on about my cats),
I nearly hit delete
but was bemused by the novelty
of this unintended artifact
and let it play.
We talked birds and cats, dogs and skunks, cornhole/pool/darts,
laughed about now defunct online dating profiles,
offering up these simple stories like gifts;
          there is so much still
          to know about one another.
I’ve been collecting photos of us:
noticing when the light is just right,
when we look particularly cute,
deleting the ones I don’t like
and redoing
          until they document the moment
          in precisely the way I envisioned.
The rawness of this recording, with none of that pageantry, prescription, pre-meditation
was like a salve.
Our laughs easy as air
our back and forth like a dance
it was all so
          real.
The recording even picked up that passerby’s remark – the man who said that he loved that we were holding hands
(you thought this was an odd thing to say to strangers; I thought it was sweet).
Five minutes and twenty-six seconds of us
a red-winged blackbird
a staggering sunset
another charmed day in this life
that we can never truly
capture as our own.
 
6/13/26 

Registration photo of Katie for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
Katie
Category
Poem
6/14/26

Noise

It seems like grief increases the NOISE in my life!

Never ending demands on time, energy, and emotions
Overwhelming emotions
Instant communications
Sleepless nights
Everything seems like too much

Registration photo of Kris for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
Kris
Category
Poem
5
6/14/26

right now

the thunder grumbles its last complaints to the rain
people drive timid through flashing yellow lights
an angry parent yells frustrated at lights left on
kids tiptoe to their rooms from the top of the stairs

Registration photo of Anna H for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
Anna H
Category
Poem
6/14/26

emotional hangover

there’s a tiny-rib ache like

the squeeze before a panic attack
but it isn’t 
there’s a new-novel frankness like
the prose on a crinkled library page 
but it isn’t
there’s a yellowed-clouds light like
the haze of old sunsets
but it isn’t 
and I’d say there’s a missing-gap something
like a slice of me
but there isn’t
Registration photo of Linda Angelo for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
Linda Angelo
Category
Poem
8
6/14/26

Fading

I am starting to wonder who you are
the days you are expressionless  

slumped with arms waving randomly
toward the food you cannot convey to your mouth  

they have dressed you in someone else’s
things plucked from the laundry, a college tee  

white winter sweatpants though it’s summer
you seem not to feel a thing  

not the spilled drink soaking your clothes
not my goodbye touch on your shoulder  

Registration photo of S.L. Cavin for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
S.L. Cavin
Category
Poem
6/14/26

Crashing Out

crashing out today?
try turning on some Disney 
God help the outcasts 

Taunja Thomson
Category
Poem
10
6/14/26

Of Wing

Who knows how morning ages,
how to calibrate clouds,
how to tell bird from flight?

We all know bottom & burden & fact.

I dream of grace, of beginnings—
I watch a thin rain    mayflies huddle
a pair of cranes on a tree limb fall
then rise over snowy pines
the latitude of wing
& nothing.

Registration photo of EDL for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
EDL
Category
Poem
3
6/14/26

Curtain call

Rotten tomatoes fly at you
while you try to explain
what you really meant.

Comment sections
are not for the weak,
or those who
seek understanding.

I watch your show
every day,
wondering what
emptiness makes you gasp
for air the way you do.

Don’t you realize
the audience left
a long time ago?

Registration photo of Diana Worthington for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
Diana Worthington
Category
Poem
6
6/14/26

and Florence, Where the Light Enters

“I had reached that point of emotion where the heavenly sensations of the fine arts meet passionate feeling. As I emerged from Santa Croce, I had palpitations of the heart, the life went out of me, and I walked in fear of falling.” – Stendhal, from his travel book Rome, Naples et Florence

Pazzi Chapel at the Basilica di Santa Croce
Pazzi Chapel at the Basilica di Santa Croce, Italy. Chapel design attributed to Filippo Brunelleschi, terracotta roundels produced by Luca della Robbia and Andrea della Robbia, c.1440-1460’s. https://www.santacroceopera.it/en/places/

Stop
one-self
Drink it all in
come back to a place
You’ve never been

Can you weigh what light 
touched your torso?
feel the puzzle disappear
When you sense the sun-glow

We are part of a
perfect symmetry
We can be peace
filled et empty

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