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


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

Wednesday, 26 August 2009

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


Andrew Stott

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


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


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.


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