ode to my refrigerator

skadi is sitting
naked
in my kitchen-

half a whisper and
half a kiss

*

William Wright Harris

Bees,
Frantic on the purple asters,
Know snow is coming.

*

Ruth E. Feiertag

The time apart is not quiet, as I'd expected. Life moves on, more audible than before, though I was sure your absence would deafen me.

*

Elizabeth Maddox

I found a lion’s mane in our old shed
made of string and raffia
when we were young we used to chase antelope
I have scars on my knees

*

Kaspalita
another small stone

Coloured lights dance on the wire
waiting for dusk.
Brown vinyl couches, faded and worn,
stare out to sea
like an old married couple.

*

Shanee Barraclough
Throw me to the sky

Old woman, tired of trying to see above the wheel
snaps dentures hard on a licorice rope
and pedals the metal

*

Keith Kennedy
Ask Keith Anything

Mathias Svensson smiles over his chinrest, then grins, breaking out into a hot jazz solo in the midst of "Swing 42"

*

Kaspalita
another small stone

spring water
in a crystal wine glass
shadowandbrightness
move across the beech table
slow as sunlight

*

James Newton

two days' swansong sun /
quiet litter-strewn sands now
folded up in harr

*

Harry Giles

Rocket, parsley, sage
bed of leaves on a glass pond
where mauve lilies float.

*

Claudia Messelodi

Joining my dog outside on the warm wooden deck.
Her black body along side mine,
our bodies, a compass needle, point perfectly south.

*

Teri Hoover
A small stone Gathering

White cockatoos stark
against storm glazed skies
summer in Melbourne

*

Vicki Thornton

In my morning rush a cream moon descends in a lavender sky.

*

Christina Deanne
My Scattered Stones

Lovingly created; jam roly-poly pudding, crisped and sizzling in the oven.

*

Freya Pickard
Dragonscale Clippings

drinking sangria

thinking of lorca

and the
red
covering the ground

*

William Wright Harris

Bundled on the sidewalk
Old men making small talk
Cluster of fossilized time

*

Alex Damov

first fishscale moon
glimpse of a mocking bird
going to roost

*

Gillena Fox
Lunch Break

preparations

Watching leaves quiver
With caffeine in hand
My heart palpitates

*

Carla M Wilson
The Leaves

awake

the forest clots
the pond curls

Frog binoculars
the brambled broth


                     above

*

Dan Mussett

Zimbabwe

You watch the N’anga
throw the bones to the ground
and hope the birds will return.

*

John Irvine

The Point Sur Lighthouse
illuminates the night
again and again.

*

Richard Cody
RCodywrites

On wind stripped branches, a single red-brown oak leaf, curled up like a robin's breast.

*

Kaspalita
another small stone

a falling leaf
        impaled
            by a dry vine...

*

Robert Quiggle III

with a black eye
        and "trust"
            tattooed on her wrist

*

Robert Quiggle III

vodka diet
he orders
a vodka Diet

*

Lucas Stensland

brief rain— the tender sound from leaves * P K Padhy

Rhythmic; crackling breaths move from chest to nose. Who knew that dreams could be so musical?

*

Elizabeth Maddox

An ordinary bus goes past;
I gasp -- its speed & size
suddenly quite terrifying.

*

Gareth Trew

this moustache
gives me someone else's face
i can feel his long thoughts
growing
in places you left fallow

*

James Newton

The Symbol

A crudely painted swastika
on a park wall. The lichen
around it furious, slowly
covering it from budding trees.

*

Christian Ward

Broad beans

I pop beans out
from cushioned pods.
A pleasure akin
to the bursting
of bubble-wrap bubbles.

*

Kylie Dinning
Pausing to pick up small stones