Just Sitting

and at the centre point of my full field of view,
wedge necked and head down:
Cow;
Just Eating Grass.

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Greg Clare
The Breakneck Walks

The act of waiting elongates everything. Even the toad songs are stretched and somber.

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Alice Pettway
Curiouser and Curiouser

under the washing line my shadow dress dances with yours

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jem
-the sound of splinters-

no need to ask
if he's in a relationship
the toilet rim hairs

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Matt Morden
Morden Haiku

Walk away; behind you saws grind maple to dust, open bluing sky.

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Deb Scott
Stoney Moss

in bright sunlight
two old men stop
to shake hands
on the pedestrian crossing

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Lynne Rees
an open field

two red damselflies in a mating wheel
settled on the back of my hand

humming through the blinding sun
curled into the shape of a heart

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Geoff Sawers
Oxford Road Community Garden

Bridget’s sensual lines swing
bass clarinet sobs

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Tim Nees

dogwood blooms
the pine says
hush

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Ted Simkins
Coldspring

I picked up the wrong basket
accidentally;
we both have plum tomatoes.

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Angie Werren
The Space Between Words

The heavy thunder dissolved
Into the rumble
of a passing truck

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Mark Stratton
Radio Nowhere

low hills interlace
like ten contented fingers
over earth's belly

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Tamra Hays
Laughing Dove Poetry

day moon
I swear I saw the man
who owns it

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Alan Summers
with words

Monday, Monday...blah, blah, blah, blah...

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Mark Stratton
Radio Nowhere

he slithers his bicycle-tire body so fast
daylilies shake like a storm is coming


(for mice hiding under floorboards, there is)

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Angie Werren
the space between words

a patchwork valley
field after field and the wind
shaking out the quilt

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Mark Holloway
Beachcombing for the Landlocked

a lance of light
stalactites
drip stars

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Jeff Klooger

Five minutes before the alarm - birdsong, birdsong.

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Jon Summers
Hums

That dream with the wolf

chasing me out of the forest
across the field back to the house.
I never make it to the porch.
We run on slippery grass all night.

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Carolee Sherwood
Carolee Sherwood

bonfire
the sparks
become stars

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Dianne Borsenik

The words that she needed
were tangled in her head.

“I’m not allowed to say them,”
she said.

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Kirstin Kestner

bookworm

his pink toes curl and flex in absent-minded contentment

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Emma Kehayas
Tangledally

A dark lugubrious sky
then suddenly a gleam,
in which I see
blossom on the old bent apple tree.

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Daffni Percival

Every morning,
turtles pile up on the dam,
wrinkled necks stretched
toward the sun.

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James Brush
Coyote Mercury

pine boughs
tickle the belly of the sky
morning chuckles

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Laure Krueger

Pine cones scattered on the lawn
A gift of the wind

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Julie Singleton
Julie Singleton

Coiffure

Today my hair is the color
of wet pine straw,
piled high like a haystack.
I’m afraid to comb it,
in case I find lovers hidden there,
or a needle.

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Christine Swint
balanced on the edge

Trees blossom into coral
polyps and wave. Tiny bright
squid in shades of pigeon-feet
pink litter concrete sidewalks.

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Deb Scott
Stoney Moss

In the cold sunshine, dandelion clocks turn and turn and turn.

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Jon Summers
Hums

alone together
in this elevator
and this silence.

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Asmara Malik
Asmara Malik

against stella dendrite fighting stars
skeleton hawthorn sentinels
stand bare armed
with only bramble barb defences

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Nancy Millstone-Jennings