Saturday, 31 January 2009

bulldozer induced
ripples on the pond -
heron takes flight

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Corey Cook
Corey Cook

Friday, 30 January 2009

Moon River

He nicknamed
his liver Bukowski.
It died the next day.

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Christian Ward

Thursday, 29 January 2009

Wednesday, 28 January 2009

Falling asleep
in the arms of a fever.

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Stephen Jarrell Williams

Tuesday, 27 January 2009

(follow a handful of stones on Twitter)

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The bare trees are quiet: no birds at all. Except for one tall elm and two big rockdoves sitting at the top, back-to-back. Big birds but still, watching winter coming in.

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Matthew Friday
Matthew Friday

Monday, 26 January 2009

Sunday, 25 January 2009

I remember this: walking down a night in what we hear as silence. Only the tread of gravel, the dark's notes of owl and leaf.

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Jo Hemmant
florescence

Saturday, 24 January 2009

Friday, 23 January 2009

There are many Grey Chair people
who do nothing except
let other people sit on them.

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McGuire
Notes from a Glaswegian Immaturity

Thursday, 22 January 2009

Wednesday, 21 January 2009

garter snake’s shed skin –
long striped sock
put through the wash
of the sea

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Susan Richardson
Susan's Journal of Literary Things

Tuesday, 20 January 2009

I can't write
today.

I'm so tired
and I have
this great

(poem)

ache in my head.

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Jeff Fleming
nibble - a poetry magazine

Monday, 19 January 2009

I look at myself in the bathroom mirror and my mother’s tired eyes look back.

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spj
Writing Home

Sunday, 18 January 2009

Border country

Dark thumbs the edges of evening
and the huddled houses sulk in each other’s lights.
Rain chokes the distant road.

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Claire Askew
Read This Magazine

Saturday, 17 January 2009

i wake up
to find the night
pressing down
on my skin,
time ticks by
like a needle
at the end
of a record
when there's
no one left
in the room

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amanda oaks
verve bath press

Friday, 16 January 2009

rotting leaves beckon
she wiggles onto her back--
contented canine

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G.R. LeBlanc
Reflective Ink
A dead sparrow—

                sad for
                everything

                except the
                maggots.

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Hosho McCreesh
Hosho McCreesh

Thursday, 15 January 2009

this cold winter day,
the gnarled old apple tree
promises blossoms

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four winds haiga

Wednesday, 14 January 2009

Tuesday, 13 January 2009

Caught in headlights a hedgehog rushes across the road, her skinny legs exposed below her hitched up spiky skirt, running through the rain.

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Lorna Senior

Monday, 12 January 2009

clouds are discarded cleansing pads of a self-conscious adolescent troubled by his plouks

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Gordon Mason
Catapult To Mars

(Plouk is a Scottish word for pimple - PLOUK, n.1, v.1 Also plouck, plook, pluk(e), pleuk, pluik, pluck; ploog (Cai. 1903 E.D.D.), plug; peuk. [pluk] I. n. 1. A pustule, pimple (n. and s.Sc. 1808 Jam., pluke, plouk; Sh. 1908 Jak. (1928), 1914 Angus Gl., pluk; Fif., Lth. 1926 Wilson Cent. Scot. 259; Rxb. 1942 Zai). Gen.Sc. and in n.Eng. dial. Also fig. Hence plouky, plooky, plucky, adj., covered with pimples, spotty (Bwk. 1942 Wettstein). Gen.Sc.; plookiness, n., a pimply condition (Sc. 1825 Jam.). Combs. pluke-faced, pimply-faced; whisky plouk)

Sunday, 11 January 2009

A mockingbird scolds me from his hidden perch.

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Barbara Hollace

Saturday, 10 January 2009

A Crow nods out a broken-throated ostinato
above the silver breath of high tide.

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Annie Kerr
Ink haven

Friday, 9 January 2009

After Everest

Funny how small things
still scare her
like zits and Daddy
Long Legs.

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William Soule
William Soule

Thursday, 8 January 2009

Wednesday, 7 January 2009

After rescue from certain death with the cats, the field mouse calmly washes itself in the safety of the mesh food cover.

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John Loader

Tuesday, 6 January 2009

glimpsed from the street

my neighbour alone in her living room
the TV show I stopped watching

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Richard Powell
Still in the Stream

Monday, 5 January 2009

Sunday, 4 January 2009

Dusk

My laptop whirs on the desk; the lamplight blackens the trees outside

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Julie Singleton
Julie Singleton

Saturday, 3 January 2009

pigeons on my verandah
I run out and beat a metal gong

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Gabrielle Daly

Friday, 2 January 2009

a warm firm body pressed to my leg;
contentment in canine form

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Liza Lee Miller
It's Just Me

Thursday, 1 January 2009

Reading with the
Indian-summer wind,
it turns back a few pages—

guess it wasn't
done yet.

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Hosho McCreesh
Hosho McCreesh