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

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


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

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

Tuesday, 1 September 2009

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


Matthew Friday
Matthew Friday