Registration photo of Yersinia Pestis for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

a Medicant a Murderer a Metal Colander Screen

catalyzing chaos

my brazen placement 
gnarled between narcissistic pair
 
could be 
why me’s
but I choose
flexile constructivist—
radical accordance
by light, by dark
to accept destined 
yet remain irreverent for the evil
inherent to being shredded by a screen
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Poem

Unmoored

Losing a parent
is life changing, she said. 

I am a hot air balloon
that has lost an anchor rope. 

Registration photo of Ash Nicole Morris-Russell for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Appalachian Mermaid

Into the earth I sink
Waves gently lapping at my toes
Soft grass cradles me 
Astounded once more by how water breathes 
And attempts to inhale me deeper in
With each great sigh of its ebb and flow 

Tiny feet skip across the shallow surface of the pond
Clinging to the jagged rock faces
Rising from the silt 
Giggles echo off the water
One girl cascades into the other 
They tumble into the water like river stones 
These Appalachian mermaids 

Their grandmother was a water witch 
She cursed them with a relentless craving 
A weakness to the siren’s call
A destiny of being drawn back
To claim once more the healings powers
Of their ancestral waters 

Registration photo of Noah Smith for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Fire in four syll(ables)

There are no words
in some sequence,
no rhyme, meter;
there’s not any
particular
order in which
one could say it.  
I haven’t got
dictionary
entries, no words,
for this thing which
I cannot write,
can’t be writ of.
 
It is not a
feeling in some
way that can be
aligned how you’d
like. Look. I don’t
understand it
any better than
you might. And that’s
way worse for me,
because I went
and studied words.  
 
But listen here.
I could tell you
about fire, and,
how we cannot
make it how we 
want it to be.
It only is
how it is, and
no mistaking
what it might be.
 
How it burns and
heats metal and
stings and reminds
you of some things.
But those things are 
what you are, you 
made that part of it. 
You made it that. 
Nevermind that.

 
Or, I’ll tell you
of how you might
like fire. Might think
that she is real
pretty until
you’ve been burnt.
 
But fire would not
be anything
worth accounting
for in this. Hurts,
very badly.
Good and badly.
 
But you know what fire
is, of course you
do! Everyone’s
seen a fire. Fire
doesn’t describe
anything. In
My opinion,
Fire’s just fire, which
hasn’t always got
to be something
special, in all
cases of it.  
 
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Poem

here comes the sun

days of rain 
endless storms
dreary and sleepy
but the sun, finally
blissfully warm
bright and airy
give me summer
for a little while
at least

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Poem

Warm Glow of June

Walking down the familiar, pothole garnished hill
Thinking of different meadows, greater heights
With peaks built of dreams waiting to be found
Dusty, sunny wind drifting down
A warm glow flickers by,
Breaking the disassociation, catching my eye
A sight everyone knows,
Your first lightning bug of the summer,
A reminder that you can always come home

Registration photo of Jay St. Orts for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

To Affinity And Beyond

Do I have to stop thinking about you? No.

I am in outer space while in inner space, alone.

What worlds can we explore, together,

Fellow astronaut and astronomer?

Registration photo of Misty Marie for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Crepuscular

Saw seven deer this evening
making my way down Stark Ridge
as the sun sank down behind the hills.
The deer didn’t flip their fluffy white tails
and float over the nearest fence.
It’s their favorite time of the day,
dawn and dusk, crepuscular creatures
with soft eyes and hide the color
of the golden hour.
The fresh young does leapt leisurely
and daintily off the center line
and stuck the landing in a grassy field
to stare me down as I drove by, slow,
window wide open to the night air
and stuck there.
None of us were in any hurry. 

 

 

Registration photo of Adyson Reisz for the LexPoMo 2026 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Energy

it’s been a day
in day out
thread of incontinuity. 
Stretched thin
raised thick in
even and odd places. 
Energy burned and consumed
by a dying star,
if calling yourself a dying star
is even productive…

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Poem

beautiful views

My list of summer resolutions includes the following items:

        -learn to send a text message without adderall.

        -scrub the fine black webbing off the side of my car.

        -spit sticky letters ad infinitum, acid or sugar.

        -see it from every angle, let it peel me back and bite.

        -push my shame into traffic and watch it get flattened.