Night time. The house observes the changes within, remembers all who have
sheltered here before. It smiles to be so loved.
*
Jackie Morris
We Three, Ginger Cat Tales
Thursday, 12 November 2009
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
In eight years, he has never clipped
his Samoyed's fur; when they step out,
he pretends he is walking a cloud.
*
Joseph Harker
naming constellations
his Samoyed's fur; when they step out,
he pretends he is walking a cloud.
*
Joseph Harker
naming constellations
Monday, 9 November 2009
Sunday, 8 November 2009
My heart is this: not just that the kingfisher sounds like a telephone, but that metaphors can really happen. And oh, thank goodness, the kingfisher also sounds like a kingfisher.
*
Sarah Selecky
Sarah Selecky
*
Sarah Selecky
Sarah Selecky
Saturday, 7 November 2009
Insect in golden sunlight
late afternoon
body painter corksrews
in love with itself beneath the connifer.
*
Kay Fletcher
Inextinguishable Spark
late afternoon
body painter corksrews
in love with itself beneath the connifer.
*
Kay Fletcher
Inextinguishable Spark
Friday, 6 November 2009
Patio
The dark from the house
tip-toes behind me as I
stretch out in the sun.
*
Jenny Adamthwaite
From the Living Room
tip-toes behind me as I
stretch out in the sun.
*
Jenny Adamthwaite
From the Living Room
Thursday, 5 November 2009
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Monday, 2 November 2009
Sunday, 1 November 2009
The Thames at Battersea sucked back
from its muddy grey gums, revealing
splintered canines of rotting timber;
crumbling stone molars; chewed up refuse.
*
Matthew Friday
Matthew Friday
from its muddy grey gums, revealing
splintered canines of rotting timber;
crumbling stone molars; chewed up refuse.
*
Matthew Friday
Matthew Friday
Saturday, 31 October 2009
after the green gloam of the park
a blue black bruised neighborhood
rent apart by orange neon
and the fierce brand of headlights
*
Natalie Korman
a blue black bruised neighborhood
rent apart by orange neon
and the fierce brand of headlights
*
Natalie Korman
Friday, 30 October 2009
Thursday, 29 October 2009
My ever-warm soft white cat lies perfectly still on the asphalt; bright scarlet trickles from her nose.
*
Brian Moffat
Petrophase
*
Brian Moffat
Petrophase
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
I heard gunshots again last night
and our gated neighborhood is an island,
soon to be swallowed by the sea.
*
Ben White
day/night reversal
and our gated neighborhood is an island,
soon to be swallowed by the sea.
*
Ben White
day/night reversal
Tuesday, 27 October 2009
Monday, 26 October 2009
Sunday, 25 October 2009
Entering Paxton
a lone Waxwing
greets me from atop
an ageless stone wall
fallow
among brushwood
slough
and floret
*
A.g. Synclair
greets me from atop
an ageless stone wall
fallow
among brushwood
slough
and floret
*
A.g. Synclair
Saturday, 24 October 2009
Friday, 23 October 2009
Sharp
the knives dance at night
slipping through the sliver
openings of cabinet doors
*
Torie Michelle Anderson
slipping through the sliver
openings of cabinet doors
*
Torie Michelle Anderson
Thursday, 22 October 2009
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
Tuesday, 20 October 2009
it's cold this morning // my sweaters are folded in cedar-chipped boxes
*
Angie Werren
woman, ask the question
*
Angie Werren
woman, ask the question
Monday, 19 October 2009
Everything Falls
The path is strewn
leaves
seeds
snails
feathers
footfall
earth
rain
dappled light.
*
Tamra Hayes
Laughing Dove Poetry
leaves
seeds
snails
feathers
footfall
earth
rain
dappled light.
*
Tamra Hayes
Laughing Dove Poetry
Sunday, 18 October 2009
Shorn sheep grazing in the sun,
oblivious to the express train cutting
through the heat haze.
*
Beth Williamson
oblivious to the express train cutting
through the heat haze.
*
Beth Williamson
Saturday, 17 October 2009
Gannets bombing into the sea off Abermaw beach
and then, on our last day,
a dead harbour porpoise, washed up by the waves.
*
Geoff Sawers
Pioden
and then, on our last day,
a dead harbour porpoise, washed up by the waves.
*
Geoff Sawers
Pioden
Friday, 16 October 2009
Thursday, 15 October 2009
stale shimmering afternoon
and a trip to the compost bins
- flies ride the elevator
*
Kelly Shepherd
Kelly Shepherd
and a trip to the compost bins
- flies ride the elevator
*
Kelly Shepherd
Kelly Shepherd
Wednesday, 14 October 2009
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
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