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

Slow bus home
ring-tone tinnitus

*

Annie Kerr
Ink haven

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

The lampost.
A bright spot in the life of a dog.

*

Luigi Pagano

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

Insect in golden sunlight
            late afternoon
body painter corksrews
            in love with itself beneath the connifer.

*

Kay Fletcher
Inextinguishable Spark

Patio

The dark from the house
tip-toes behind me as I
stretch out in the sun.

*

Jenny Adamthwaite
From the Living Room

Steep rocky hillside;
a glimpse of silver water
through the fruit trees

*

Jac Cattaneo

Waiting to go to church, a mob of sparrows hog the bird table.

*

Jon Summers
hums

November

Pumpkins slowly implode
on doorsteps, and in the pavement grille
leaf-mould flowers.

All Soul's Day
a black kitten finds
the cobwebs I missed

*

Matt Morden
Morden Haiku

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

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

I can trawl and wish,
pray through the night out of want of a god

*

Maureen Jivani

My ever-warm soft white cat lies perfectly still on the asphalt; bright scarlet trickles from her nose.

*

Brian Moffat
Petrophase

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

Autumn Breeze

One brown shoe
on the side of the road

a foot still in it
tapping

*

Howie Good
Apocalypse Mambo

collage
glue will not
do for the trees

*

Sarah Quigley

Entering Paxton

a lone Waxwing
greets me from atop
an ageless stone wall
fallow
among brushwood
slough
and floret

*

A.g. Synclair

it feels like early evening
all day; I am
disoriented by gray

*

Marsha Robinson

Sharp

the knives dance at night
slipping through the sliver
openings of cabinet doors

*

Torie Michelle Anderson

The back of his head
is as beautiful as anything

*

Marsha Robinson

tonight
we take risks
like our kids
take candy

*

Alvin Park
A Streetlight Anomaly

it's cold this morning // my sweaters are folded in cedar-chipped boxes

*

Angie Werren
woman, ask the question

Everything Falls

The path is strewn
leaves
seeds
snails
feathers
footfall
earth
rain
dappled light.

*

Tamra Hayes
Laughing Dove Poetry

Shorn sheep grazing in the sun,
oblivious to the express train cutting
through the heat haze.

*

Beth Williamson

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

Cloud secrets

What do the clouds know
That they're not telling?

*

Rachel Fox
More about the song

stale shimmering afternoon
and a trip to the compost bins
- flies ride the elevator

*

Kelly Shepherd
Kelly Shepherd

cold raindrops
spotting the streets,
tapping on windows

*

Stephen Jarrell Williams

she often said,
''i told you so.'
'i smile to think
she'd say it now.

*

Ian Houston
Asleep On My Feet