Thursday, 31 December 2009

the quiet light of the chandelier sways above the guest's bowed heads.

*

Najah Parker

Wednesday, 30 December 2009

Addiction

Nineteen eighty six,
last day of Edinburgh Fringe,
Fred starts on Bobby.

*

Kayo Chingonyi
The Train Set Lifestyle

Tuesday, 29 December 2009

crows: metallic nightmares
bursting from subconscious

*

Matthew Haigh
blue horse poetry

Monday, 28 December 2009

a copper hawk rests
the telephone wire like a low-cut neckline
across the firmament's décolletage

*

Regina C. Green
red bird chronicles

Sunday, 27 December 2009

Haze

mutes the light today, but the carpet of yellow leaves reflects it back, bright from the ground.

*

jessica kramer
jessica kramer

Saturday, 26 December 2009

a break in our usual programming

No small stone today. I wanted to take this opportunity to say a huge thank you to all the small-stone-writers who make this blog possible, and to all the readers, without whom there wouldn't be much point. Here's to another year of cracking small stones. Cheers, and happy holidays.

Friday, 25 December 2009

in my neighbor's yard
illuminated reindeer
graze green grass

*

G.R. LeBlanc
Reflective Ink

Thursday, 24 December 2009

first snow storm
they cancelled all the flights
to Florida

*

Monika Thoma-Petit
MoHe's Xanga site

Wednesday, 23 December 2009

DUSK

Like a roadside flare
still burning

hours after the accident
has been cleared away

*

Howie Good
Apocalypse Mambo

Tuesday, 22 December 2009

A frozen pond
framed by glowing rowan berries;
redwings take flight.

*

Michelle McGrane
peony moon

Monday, 21 December 2009

circular sparrows
    swerve into twilit weather
       accidental wheel


*

Janann Dawkins
Third Wednesday

Sunday, 20 December 2009

Saturday, 19 December 2009

rain haze tickles
winter garden
naked
the shrubberies
chill lovers' sensorium

*

Tim Nees

Friday, 18 December 2009

In the attic
two hired hands
pallbear the grandfather's clock.

*

Jay Coral
BlueJayEye

Thursday, 17 December 2009

All these people
Hanging upside down from the clothes line

*

Andrew Stott
Fragments

Wednesday, 16 December 2009

Lone cello note
deepens: dark, reverent,
unhollowing me.

*

Emily Rose Cole
Emily Rose Cole

Tuesday, 15 December 2009

Monday, 14 December 2009

headteacher's conference
the back row boys
talk all the way through

*

Matt Morden
Morden Haiku

Sunday, 13 December 2009

Cuando la criada bajó del camión,
el moyote enorme le siguió,
aferrado a sus hombros
como malas noticias.

As the maid descends from the bus,
a giant mosquito follows her,
clinging to her shoulders
like bad news.

*

Joseph Harker
naming constellations

Saturday, 12 December 2009

A full pink moon attaches itself to the water in a lacy crocheted line, all the way to our canoe. We are tethered to the moon by the light.

*

Sarah Selecky
Sarah Selecky

Friday, 11 December 2009

Forever

Sometimes I doubt that
I want to see your hair turn
grey and grey and grey.

*

Jenny Adamthwaite
From the Living Room

Thursday, 10 December 2009

Wednesday, 9 December 2009

(this)

this idea of abundance of
days of space

this promise
of

*

dorothee lang
blueprint 21

Tuesday, 8 December 2009

Warmth fights through
the gutsy breezes
and then
is blown away again.

*

Jeff Fleming
nibble - a poetry magazine

Monday, 7 December 2009

My body fills
any given room,
breath bound by rafters

*

Beth Balousek

Sunday, 6 December 2009

Saturday, 5 December 2009

Our pond

A bowl now covered
By winter’s transparent lid
Summer greens frozen

*

Patricia La Barbera
Patricia La Barbera

Friday, 4 December 2009

he fidgets in his ill-fitted suit
thrust in the midst of
bereavement

he hopes no one notices his shoes

*

Angie Werren
woman, ask the question

Thursday, 3 December 2009

A snell wind chips
its words into my head
like a stonemason.

*

Gordon Mason
Catapult to Mars

Wednesday, 2 December 2009

In the black forest
the moon hangs ripe
on its cloud branch.

*

Kathryn Good-Schiff
Dragon's Meow

Tuesday, 1 December 2009

Always with the footsteps of a dancer, eyes hyacinth-blue
The sky above the tumbled columns, the darkening sky.

*

Christophe Riesco
Christophe Riesco

Monday, 30 November 2009

Early

In this sudden light
cars pass like a tide goes out
a slow measured hush.

*

Kayo Chingonyi
The Train Set Lifestyle

Sunday, 29 November 2009

I’m training to be an anaesthetist
the checkout girl said
I want to work with people
but not have to talk to them


*

Matthew Haigh
blue horse poetry

Saturday, 28 November 2009

he insisted I have hot sauce on my gyro
and though he had a dusky face his eyes were ablaze
his smile cunning so I did not trust him
but I hoped he thought I was pretty

*

Natalie Korman

Friday, 27 November 2009

A stray cat scampers by; I
mentally search my desk
for an offering

*

Marsha Robinson

Thursday, 26 November 2009

playground
after the rain—
the sound of traffic

*

martin gottlieb cohen

Wednesday, 25 November 2009

Heartbreak at Chattahoochee

Imagine the heart, a cold stone
exposed by receding river water.
This is the first sign of drought.

*

Torie Michelle Anderson

Tuesday, 24 November 2009

the groundhog hopes the compost pile remains uncovered // he likes mangoes

*

Angie Werren
woman, ask the question

Sunday, 22 November 2009

Cadence

bird on the high branch
sings into deepening gloom
just before the rain

*

Tamra Hayes
Laughing Dove Poetry

Saturday, 21 November 2009

Thick green tangly woods
soak up the hammering summer rain.
Glyndwr's flag in a break of sunshine.

*

Geoff Sawers
Pioden

Thursday, 19 November 2009

Wednesday, 18 November 2009

Tuesday, 17 November 2009

A field of poppies.
Blue-green irridesence
puncuated with vermillion.

*

Beth Williamson

Monday, 16 November 2009

movements of young girls
rolling up their long hair
under the bathing caps

*

Kirsten Nørgaard
stensamler

Sunday, 15 November 2009

Wild turkeys roost on my porch rail
around the time in November
when nowhere else is safe.

*

George Moore
George Moore

Saturday, 14 November 2009

Friday, 13 November 2009

crimson maple
    on a wet sidewalk
redhead after a splitup

*

Janann Dawkins
Third Wednesday

Thursday, 12 November 2009

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

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

Monday, 9 November 2009

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

*

Luigi Pagano

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

Saturday, 7 November 2009

Insect in golden sunlight
            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

Thursday, 5 November 2009

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

*

Jac Cattaneo

Wednesday, 4 November 2009

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

*

Jon Summers
hums

Tuesday, 3 November 2009

November

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

Monday, 2 November 2009

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

*

Matt Morden
Morden Haiku

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

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

Friday, 30 October 2009

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

*

Maureen Jivani

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

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

Tuesday, 27 October 2009

Autumn Breeze

One brown shoe
on the side of the road

a foot still in it
tapping

*

Howie Good
Apocalypse Mambo

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

Saturday, 24 October 2009

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

*

Marsha Robinson

Friday, 23 October 2009

Sharp

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

*

Torie Michelle Anderson

Thursday, 22 October 2009

The back of his head
is as beautiful as anything

*

Marsha Robinson

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

Monday, 19 October 2009

Everything Falls

The path is strewn
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

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

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

Wednesday, 14 October 2009

cold raindrops
spotting the streets,
tapping on windows

*

Stephen Jarrell Williams

Tuesday, 13 October 2009

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

*

Ian Houston
Asleep On My Feet

Monday, 12 October 2009

metallic slink;
his Rolex slides down
her pale wrist.

*

Asmara Malik

Sunday, 11 October 2009

Saturday, 10 October 2009

dog occupies folding bed
dog occupies futon
dog coils up

*

Kirsten Nørgaard
stensamler

Friday, 9 October 2009

Thursday, 8 October 2009

Small Bird

the small bird
beneath the hedge
brown as the ground
hidden from the rain
waits

*

Pamela Olson
Amputated Moon

Wednesday, 7 October 2009

I walk for the morning newspaper, not for the news, but to renew myself.

*

Eric Miller

Tuesday, 6 October 2009

An Evening On Millennium Bridge: Two Thoughts

Walking towards St Paul's Cathedral;
crane tops sit on the skyline
like stationary fireworks.

*

I have always loved walking
over bodies of water --
even when, on looking down,
I remember it's the Thames.

*

Gareth Trew

Monday, 5 October 2009

In silence, broken flowers shiver in the beer glass.

*

Jon Summers
hums

Sunday, 4 October 2009

Mini-buttercups
Inside a buttercup
Inside a buttercup
Inside a buttercup

*

Andrew Stott
Fragments

Saturday, 3 October 2009

Tail streaming in the wind, a wild plastic pony rides the ridge of a suitcase waiting to cross the border.

*

Beverly Robinson
murmuring trees

Friday, 2 October 2009

Fungal alien brains grown to the wet-wood, rot-stump of an oak.

*

Deborah Walker

Thursday, 1 October 2009

Wednesday, 30 September 2009

A night heron
stalks its reflection

Crawfish scuttle
through rippling feathers

*

James Brush
Coyote Mercury

Tuesday, 29 September 2009

In a high-vis jacket he runs with his shoulders hunched so he resembles a question mark. I’ve seen him before on a bike. He looked like an apostrophe.

*

Clare Grant
Three Beautiful Things

Monday, 28 September 2009

Sunday, 27 September 2009

Listen to the lapwing
interrupt the fling of wind
cut across flint ground.

*

Greg Clare
The Breakneck Walks

Saturday, 26 September 2009

Backstrokes give me a clear view of the sky and the circling vulture above.

*

Beryl Singleton Bissell
Finding Time for God

Friday, 25 September 2009

the soft lump
in the toe of my wellington
a dead shrew

*

Matt Morden
Morden Haiku

Thursday, 24 September 2009

Wednesday, 23 September 2009

the grinning cliché of a moon
and stars of course, always the stars

*

Maureen Jivani

Tuesday, 22 September 2009

I ate the apple
then picked out the seeds
and swallowed them one by one


*


Dana Guthrie Martin
my gorgeous somewhere

Monday, 21 September 2009

haa haa haa haa
I should have looked -
an old dog panting?

*

Mat Cross
Glass Onion

Sunday, 20 September 2009

Autumn Music

Japanese maple
hunched like a pianist

fingers of flame
tap keys of earth

*

Jeff Klooger

Saturday, 19 September 2009

My wife's explanation of my domestic tasks is so long that stray thoughts tumble in my head like socks in the washing machine.

*

Brian Moffat
Petrophase

Friday, 18 September 2009

a japanese man asks to share a cab to the airport
and I agree, he asks me where I'm from and I say,
Massachusetts. he doesn't understand. asks, "american?"
pulls out a map. I point to home, say, "massachusetts,
far away."

*

Sean Patrick Conlon
The Vanishing Man

Thursday, 17 September 2009

Through the window, leaves.
On the window, shadows of leaves.
In the window, reflections
of lace curtains patterned with leaves.

*

Rosemary Nissen-Wade
Life Magic

Wednesday, 16 September 2009

light falling through blood -
the kitchen window is cracked
where the bird struck it

*

Ian Houston
Asleep On My Feet

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

Swoop

Thick brown clouds pregnant with rain swooped in slowly and decapitated the mountains.

*

Ajay Vishwanathan

Monday, 14 September 2009

there must be hostas:
their bloom stalks spike
above the deck edge

*

Danni Gaylord

Sunday, 13 September 2009

The Pear Tree

Though the yard is ordinary, just mown,
sidewalk cracked and uneven,
porch in need of painting,
it blossoms regardless, white buds displayed
for a humble audience:
some chickens, a farmer, his kind wife.

*

Isaiah Vianese

Saturday, 12 September 2009

- Pigeons -

Unfingered pigeons stagger home after Hen-Nights,
feather dresses torn.

*

Amy Blakemore

Thursday, 10 September 2009

cat hairs from my trousers
on the cobblestones:
there is no breeze

*

Kelly Shepherd
Kelly Shepherd

Wednesday, 9 September 2009

warm day, jacket weather
for me. muscled backs
paint railings

*

Pearl Pirie
Pesbo

Tuesday, 8 September 2009

basketball moon;
midnight games
on asphalt.

*

Asmara Malik

Monday, 7 September 2009

The tablecloth is damp.
Rice crackers are all I have to eat.
No plates.

*

Jack Jones

Sunday, 6 September 2009

Saturday, 5 September 2009

Haiku Sequence: Pampas Grass

pampas grass
marsh mud glistens
in the rowboat


marsh wren's cry
the sun ripples onto the mud


wetland chill
a patch of ripples disappears


marsh lightning
the tree's blossoms open
into egrets


wetland channel
the moon spreads onto the grass

*

martin gottlieb cohen

Thursday, 3 September 2009

through the leylandai hedge:
the flash of a turquoise shirt, the clicking of a child’s bicycle, birdsong

*

Lynne Rees
an open field

Wednesday, 2 September 2009

ten minutes standing by the back door
watching a goldfinch at the bottom of the garden
till the washing starts to hurt my arms

*

Geoff Sawers
Pioden

Tuesday, 1 September 2009

Above West Brompton Station
a muffled moon,
a smudged orange orb bleaching the fuzzy night.

*

Matthew Friday
Matthew Friday

Monday, 31 August 2009

heartsease among the barley corn,
sweet face among the barley corn
these ripening days are fair and few

*

Anna Dickie
My (Elastic) Gap Year

Sunday, 30 August 2009

a zephyr’s benediction
shells and bladder wrack
the sea, the sea

*

Maureen Jivani

Saturday, 29 August 2009

Burn

In my head, Plath
slowly lights the cigarette, only
to burn herself.

*

Alishya Almeida

Friday, 28 August 2009

Thursday, 27 August 2009

In the summer heat the meadow fizzes with grasshoppers.

*

Brian Moffat
Petrophase

Wednesday, 26 August 2009

The last of the sun
And late in the day showers
Make dirty red brick gold

*

Andrew Stott
Fragments

Tuesday, 25 August 2009

summer rain

hypnotic drips sizzle
on a backyard grill;
squawking grackles
sulk through wet grass

*

Angie Werren
woman, ask the question

Monday, 24 August 2009

The tail of a garter snake slitters through the space between the step and the house. Wait. A black snake already lives there.

*

Beverly Robertson
murmuring trees

Sunday, 23 August 2009

Rain runs down cracked bark.
Powder lichen transforms.
Outrageous luminescence.

*

Deborah Walker

Saturday, 22 August 2009

always in a dream
waking beside you

*

Stephen Jarrell Williams

Friday, 21 August 2009

A hula hoop sleeps at the girl's feet. She nudges it awake with her bare toe.

*

Alice Pettway
Curiouser and Curiouser

Thursday, 20 August 2009

Wednesday, 19 August 2009

i like to take my cereal bowl
out on the back stoop and watch the sun
come up over mrs. sherman's house
its yellow face cut in half by the tv antenna

*

Regina C. Green
The Red Bird Chronicles

Tuesday, 18 August 2009

Grackles spill across the sky:
lap lanes leading to the sun.
I adjust my backstroke
and follow.

*

James Brush
Coyote Mercury

Monday, 17 August 2009

A pile of handkerchiefs taken from the washing line and folded. They smell of sunlight, moving air and smug domesticity.

*

Clare Grant
Three Beautiful Things

Sunday, 16 August 2009

Saturday, 15 August 2009

the late light glows
on the Ochil's golden shoulders

*

Colin Will
Sunny Dunny

Friday, 14 August 2009

Poppies

on the side of the railtracks at Mitcham Eastfields;
bloody red dollops against green tangle
and a grey-brown crumbling wall.

*

Matthew Friday
Matthew Friday

Thursday, 13 August 2009

Avocado

I’ll tear out my heart
and bury it in avocado
to soft boom-boom
in the yellow butter green.

*

Katherine May
Katherine May

Wednesday, 12 August 2009

Tuesday, 11 August 2009

the arcade at the tropicana casino. I mail my winter coat home,
stand facing the electric blue swimming pool, mouth the words to a neon sign:
"swim-up blackjack bar."

*

Sean Patrick Conlon
The Vanishing Man

Monday, 10 August 2009

Noticing only withered flowers in the bouquet.
Talking of celebration.

*

Jeeves
Silence is Poetic

Sunday, 9 August 2009

Lying side by side
we are a Rorschach
that won't give up its secrets

*

Dana Guthrie Martin
my gorgeous somewhere

Saturday, 8 August 2009

From far higher than
aural trigonometry tells,
the ventriloquist lark
sings into space.

*

Greg Clare
The Breakneck Walks

Friday, 7 August 2009

Sunset and incoming tide,
the pink haze around the horizon
reflected right up in the shallows.

One man fishing.
Further on, one gull.

*

Rosemary Nissen-Wade
Life Magic

Thursday, 6 August 2009

Wednesday, 5 August 2009

Tuesday, 4 August 2009

Left behind, one partially eaten piece of toast, one drop of blood.

*

Beryl Singleton Bissell
Finding Time for God

Sunday, 2 August 2009

Our projects are stalled.
Sit with me here on the porch
until the rain stops.

*

Tamra Hays
Laughing Dove Poetry

Saturday, 1 August 2009

Friday, 31 July 2009

- Flowers -

The preacher on the corner, his hands
turned up like a crocus from cold earth.

*

Amy Blakemore

Thursday, 30 July 2009

lanky dogwoods dig their root-paws
into fresh dirt / panting leaves lap up the rain

*

Angie Werren
woman, ask the question

Wednesday, 29 July 2009

midday heat
beads of sweat sparkle
above the living statue’s lip

*

Lynne Rees
an open field

Tuesday, 28 July 2009

The white gladiolus
opens in the summer sun,
a radiant bride.

*

Michelle McGrane
peony moon

Monday, 27 July 2009

surfing the net
sitting on the edge of the abyss
while your eyes fall in

*

Gary Wilson
Writing Dramatica

Sunday, 26 July 2009

Grave Stone

Words weather. Lichen patches
blur the stone-cutter’s art,
and no poet’s work survives
the softening of time.

*

Colin Will
Sunny Dunny

Saturday, 25 July 2009

black bird
one winged
by the mausoleum
waiting
the only thing to do

*

Regina C. Green
The Red Bird Chronicles

Friday, 24 July 2009

baba ganoush, falafel, tabouleh:
names mouth-watering as flavors

*

Emily Miner

Thursday, 23 July 2009

sitting in the ginko room
barefoot
surrounded by books
harvesting words

*

Tony Renner
Contraption

Wednesday, 22 July 2009

Enchantment

evening gloom

the sofa has nightmares
and the kitchen chairs
dream of escape

*

Jeff Klooger

Tuesday, 21 July 2009

I am drunk in a strange city. Somehow,
I walk on bumpy old streets
without stumbling. They're not cobblestones,
you say, they're clouds.

*

Carolee Sherwood
Carolee Sherwood

Monday, 20 July 2009

For Tim H.

sunlight through beech trees
the jay is my only friend
till he laughs and leaves

*

Geoff Sawers
Pioden

Sunday, 19 July 2009

I stop looking up
words I don't know.
You stop sympathizing
with the televised apologies
of disgraced celebrities.
The small white dog
we named for John Dewey
sleeps between us.

*

Howie Good
Apocalypse Mambo

Saturday, 18 July 2009

on the rock
blue graffiti
-- he loves her

*

Dianne Borsenik

Friday, 17 July 2009

the sky clings to its mystery like erased pencil on a page

*

Emma Kehayas
Tangledally

Thursday, 16 July 2009

Wednesday, 15 July 2009

gray rushes in ready to rumble

pushing open sky into a corner...


this rain is big and loud

*

Angie Werren
the space between words

Tuesday, 14 July 2009

The way Tuesday began

Tongues of steam curl from my mostly-drunk tea. Outside a blackbird hops, yellow flowers exalt.

*

Fiona Robyn
a small stone
(oops - no stone was set up today - I had to use one of mine to plug the gap! Normal programming will return tomorrow...)

Monday, 13 July 2009

Dark eyes warm a knowing smile across the breakfast table.

*

Will Collum
Serpentinarium

Sunday, 12 July 2009

the rain began
like a new driver,
uncertain.
easy, easy,
lots of gas!

*

Anna Torborg
twelve 22

Saturday, 11 July 2009

the glow of tungsten
peeking through
dense white birch

*

Isabela Oliveira
beautyisinthedark

Friday, 10 July 2009

yesterday's coffee broods,
grown dark and bitter, forgetting
cool water and sun's caress

*

B. T. Forsythe
Mortality Measured in Metaphor

Thursday, 9 July 2009

The Aphid

The aphid lands on my hand with a tiny plop,
a miniscule green body I can barely see.
The wings are little slices of lace liked by light.

*

Matthew Friday
Matthew Friday

Wednesday, 8 July 2009

books shelved, like small trees
wait patiently, eternally

*

Nicole Krueger
Books and Bards

Tuesday, 7 July 2009

The Way

bells echo
me hoping for a swing
beat
my head at the gate,
still open.

*

Tim Nees
Tim Nees

Sunday, 5 July 2009

Just Sitting

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

*

Greg Clare
The Breakneck Walks

Saturday, 4 July 2009

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

*

Alice Pettway
Curiouser and Curiouser

Friday, 3 July 2009

Thursday, 2 July 2009

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

*

Matt Morden
Morden Haiku

Wednesday, 1 July 2009

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

*

Deb Scott
Stoney Moss

Tuesday, 30 June 2009

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

*

Lynne Rees
an open field

Monday, 29 June 2009

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

*

Geoff Sawers
Oxford Road Community Garden

Sunday, 28 June 2009

Bridget’s sensual lines swing
bass clarinet sobs

*

Tim Nees

Saturday, 27 June 2009

Friday, 26 June 2009

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

*

Angie Werren
The Space Between Words

Thursday, 25 June 2009

The heavy thunder dissolved
Into the rumble
of a passing truck

*

Mark Stratton
Radio Nowhere

Wednesday, 24 June 2009

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

*

Tamra Hays
Laughing Dove Poetry

Tuesday, 23 June 2009

Monday, 22 June 2009

Sunday, 21 June 2009

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


(for mice hiding under floorboards, there is)

*

Angie Werren
the space between words

Saturday, 20 June 2009

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

*

Mark Holloway
Beachcombing for the Landlocked

Friday, 19 June 2009

Thursday, 18 June 2009

Five minutes before the alarm - birdsong, birdsong.

*

Jon Summers
Hums

Wednesday, 17 June 2009

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.

*

Carolee Sherwood
Carolee Sherwood

Tuesday, 16 June 2009

Monday, 15 June 2009

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

Sunday, 14 June 2009

bookworm

his pink toes curl and flex in absent-minded contentment

*

Emma Kehayas
Tangledally

Saturday, 13 June 2009

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

*

Daffni Percival

Friday, 12 June 2009

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

*

James Brush
Coyote Mercury

Thursday, 11 June 2009

pine boughs
tickle the belly of the sky
morning chuckles

*

Laure Krueger

Wednesday, 10 June 2009

Pine cones scattered on the lawn
A gift of the wind

*

Julie Singleton
Julie Singleton

Tuesday, 9 June 2009

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.

*

Christine Swint
balanced on the edge

Monday, 8 June 2009

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

*

Deb Scott
Stoney Moss

Sunday, 7 June 2009

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

*

Jon Summers
Hums

Saturday, 6 June 2009

Friday, 5 June 2009

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

*

Nancy Millstone-Jennings

Thursday, 4 June 2009

Wednesday, 3 June 2009

Parallax
Every time I move
                  Parallax

*

Greg Clare
The Breakneck Walks

Tuesday, 2 June 2009

Wind blown tulip petals
Fragments of silk
amongst the grass.

*

Caroline M Davies
Advancing Poetry

Monday, 1 June 2009

a dipping drop of a moon in
a periwinkle predawn sky

*

Isabela Oliveira
beautyisinthedark

Sunday, 31 May 2009

Saturday, 30 May 2009

LOVE-SLITHERS

You are alluvium; even the river desires you.




How many ladders? The heart wants to know.




Love confession. Fire alarm. In that order.




The mistress. A bird nest in her throat.




Tenterhook dock. The way his voice ends a poem.

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Michelle Leber

Friday, 29 May 2009

I KU #2 "Things"

You're unhappy you
Lack things. Get them, sad still, learn
Things aren't worth a thing.

*

John Burroughs
The Crisis Chronicles

Thursday, 28 May 2009

Teacher, teacher, what’s the score?
Student, student, I know no more
Than you.

*

Amber Burton

Wednesday, 27 May 2009

Tuesday, 26 May 2009

Monday, 25 May 2009

Nearly tomorrow. The candle’s waist
bends lower. I watch wax drip.

*

Seán Dagan Wood
Seán Dagan Wood

Sunday, 24 May 2009

Friday, 22 May 2009

splash of white paint
what a mess
of cleanliness

*

Jeff Klooger

Thursday, 21 May 2009

Haiku

Little silver fish
darting between and around
aquatic lovers

*

Tony Renner
Contraption

Wednesday, 20 May 2009

Mangoes and melons
sell side by side
crowded beach sands

*

Ankur Agarwal
The Virtuoso

Tuesday, 19 May 2009

This is the corner of the garden
where nothing grows except the
spaces between where I am
and where you used to be.

*

Emily Smith
Sparkbright

Monday, 18 May 2009

At the sixth station of the cross, a blackbird watches from the bare branches.

*

Jon Summers
Hums

Sunday, 17 May 2009

Saturday, 16 May 2009

for one small moment
I was gathered
in
a lifting and a settling
if not for the red bird
and the bee buzzing
I might have
returned
empty-handed

*

Regina C. Green
The Red Bird Chronicles

Friday, 15 May 2009

Mockingbirds mimic the fire alarm
until the siren turns to music.

*

James Brush
Coyote Mercury

Thursday, 14 May 2009

day dies in the arms of night.

*

SRS
cosmic rapture