hand-knit drystone walls,
land enriched with seaweed stitch –
feel the warmth
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Susan Richardson
Susan's Journal of Literary Things
Wednesday, 31 December 2008
Tuesday, 30 December 2008
December
Gunshot-poinsettas in windows –
mauve smoke seething
in cold, twilit yards.
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Claire Askew
Read This Magazine
mauve smoke seething
in cold, twilit yards.
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Claire Askew
Read This Magazine
Monday, 29 December 2008
Wednesday, 24 December 2008
Tuesday, 23 December 2008
Lake City: a man sweeps fall into a dust pan, drops it in a bag.
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Dana Guthrie Martin
my gorgeous somewhere
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Dana Guthrie Martin
my gorgeous somewhere
Monday, 22 December 2008
The light ebbs away slowly from a sky the colour of pale tea and ink stains.
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Katherine Woodfine
follow the yellow brick road
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Katherine Woodfine
follow the yellow brick road
Saturday, 20 December 2008
mustard crusted torch of a moon pierces straight-laced net curtains drawn by the cold world
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Gordon Mason
Catapult To Mars
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Gordon Mason
Catapult To Mars
Friday, 19 December 2008
Bright sunshine shows up the emptying trees, gardens glazed in moisture.
*
Matthew Friday
Matthew Friday
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Matthew Friday
Matthew Friday
Wednesday, 17 December 2008
Pine Lake
A turpentine moon in widowed sky
strips a path across the varnished lake.
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Gordon Mason
Catapult to Mars
strips a path across the varnished lake.
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Gordon Mason
Catapult to Mars
Monday, 15 December 2008
Sunday, 14 December 2008
Taste - panic
Tension makes
My mouth self-conscious
It is drier, more bitter
My tongue just an obstruction
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Rachel Fox
More about the song
My mouth self-conscious
It is drier, more bitter
My tongue just an obstruction
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Rachel Fox
More about the song
Friday, 12 December 2008
Thursday, 11 December 2008
Wednesday, 10 December 2008
Tuesday, 9 December 2008
Deep frost glitters in
the headlights of passers-by;
crows eat the apples
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Rachel Green
When the Dogs Bite
the headlights of passers-by;
crows eat the apples
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Rachel Green
When the Dogs Bite
Saturday, 6 December 2008
This dog understands the nature of sticks, how much they need to be thrown.
*
We liked it but not quite enough
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We liked it but not quite enough
Thursday, 4 December 2008
Orange balloons, candlelit from within, float across the sky, disappear in darkness.
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Juliet Wilson
Crafty Green Poet
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Juliet Wilson
Crafty Green Poet
Wednesday, 3 December 2008
Daisies star the grass - the sky emptied its catch while we were sleeping.
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Maggie Sawkins
Maggie Sawkins
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Maggie Sawkins
Maggie Sawkins
Tuesday, 2 December 2008
my round dumpling of a tiny girl pushes deeply at the golden squash and ivory rice cereal that went down so easily and bedevils her best efforts to give it an equal exit
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rm mist
What The Muses Leave Behind
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rm mist
What The Muses Leave Behind
Monday, 1 December 2008
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