Thursday, August 13, 2026

TABOO

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by L. Roger Owens In the evening of the day that negotiations over the Strait of Hormuz threaten again to collapse and Russian missiles kill...
Wednesday, August 12, 2026

WE WON

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Cartoon by Nick Anderson “Dwindling Munitions” by Nick Anderson   a cento of public quotes from President Donald Trump in roughly chronologi...
Tuesday, August 11, 2026

I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW

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by Sally Mills That if I ever need to be flown out of Turkey, under threat of attack by Iran in response to a war that I started, I may hide...

LIVING WITH MA NATURE

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by Lenora Rain-Lee Good Wildfires surround my town air quality goes from green to red   my sister’s town is burning her air quality is purpl...
Monday, August 10, 2026

PRIVATE ALTAR TRUMPS

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by J. Alan Nelson AI-generated graphic by NightCafé for  The New Verse News .   You can buy one for the mantel or the corner of the kitchen ...

ENABLERS

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by Elizabeth Kerlikowske   If you let your sons win at card games,          they will never learn strategy. If you talk down to them using s...
Sunday, August 09, 2026

INSOMNIA CHRONICLES LIX

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by Erin Murphy The night is full of insomniacs googling insomnia. When I hear contempt , I think contretemps . Instead of raging hatred, I s...

NEW YORK CITY, 7 AM, SUNDAY, 2026

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by Naomi Pliskow Fat pigeons peck hopefully at Saturday night’s scat– tickets, receipts, ketchup-stained napkins– dotting grey cement as tho...
Saturday, August 08, 2026

AMERICAN SNAPSHOT

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by Luis Benitez English version by Araceli Lacore Kodak of the mind Polaroid of memory and sight what departs  stays forever in dioramas of ...

FIRE THIS TIME

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by Gary Lark AI-generated graphic by Shutterstock for  The New Verse News . This time  this time like any other time like no other time our ...
Friday, August 07, 2026

DELETE AFTER READING

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by Celeste DeSario  AI-generated graphic by NightCafé for  The New Verse News . My friends say, Don’t text your political poems. You know we...
Thursday, August 06, 2026

THE LAND REMEMBERS THEIR NAMES

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by Ahmed Dremly  The ground was silent that morning. Not empty— silent. It carried beneath its chest the weight of a family, the dreams of c...