Tuesday, 31 March 2009

The Milky Way is just
a handful of stardust.


Luigi Pagano

Monday, 30 March 2009

Dead rabbit - gulls pick over the newly ploughed field.


Jon Summers

Sunday, 29 March 2009


Words duck under the flying
mortars of shouts and screams.


Christian Ward
Christian Ward

Saturday, 28 March 2009


With my lover and son we
rode wrapped up in a blanket
before he deployed.


Catherine Zickgraf
Catherine Zickgraf

Friday, 27 March 2009

He shot at the mirror
and fell to the floor

in a puddle of his own blood.


Kimberly E Ruth
Kimberly E Ruth

Thursday, 26 March 2009

The stars are out in daylight
The night is overdue


Chloe Jayne Waterfield
Chloe Waterfield ART

Wednesday, 25 March 2009

A split second on the bike at ninety-five through Death Valley
when I realize the wild blue lobelia are in bloom.


George Moore
George Moore

Tuesday, 24 March 2009

Clitter of keys,
alive in my pocket.
They dance and flirt,
a tinny din.


Tom Rendell

Monday, 23 March 2009

Sunday, 22 March 2009

Saturday, 21 March 2009

A boy rips his lunch
in pieces
and throws the scraps
at a chorus
of cheering geese.


Rob Dawson
Rob Dawson

Friday, 20 March 2009

Thursday, 19 March 2009

Another weekend over, under a sky of stars I empty the car.


Jon Summers

Wednesday, 18 March 2009

Tuesday, 17 March 2009

Monday, 16 March 2009

the morning light is no different
from the moon's wreath –
a holy invalid


Ainslee Meredith
Never, Esther

Sunday, 15 March 2009

The first time cutting into a beet,
I am startled—
a luminous jewel,
made of blood


James Brush
Coyote Mercury

Saturday, 14 March 2009

a puddle of striped cat spreads across the floor


Audrey and Talia Mucci

Friday, 13 March 2009

Birds love spring
So Cat decides
To love spring too.


Brian Pike

Thursday, 12 March 2009

Evening unfolds her petals,
clouds of lavender aromatherapy


Sandy Hiss

Wednesday, 11 March 2009

Winter, Lewis Bay

Sleet-gray rollers
rush the shore
like dropouts racing
shopping carts
in an empty parking lot


Howie Good
Apocalypse Mambo

Monday, 9 March 2009

Young chestnut trees with black bark mottled with woody eczema.


Matthew Friday
Matthew Friday

Sunday, 8 March 2009

A grouch of eyebrows,
flying geese stagger
under silted clouds.


Gordon Mason
Catapult To Mars

Saturday, 7 March 2009

Trees stretch their black arms against a gold and denim sky, a highway for squirrel racing.


Charlotte Babb
Charlotte Babb

Friday, 6 March 2009

sunset, village pond:
egrets hunch closer to their reflections


Kelly Shepherd

Thursday, 5 March 2009

pigeon slips on slates
skitters down slick slidey roof
forgets it has wings


Catherine Edmunds
Catherine Edmunds / Novelist and Poet

Wednesday, 4 March 2009

I am bored of the
Wafts of incense, and
The rattling of raindrops
On the glass.


Emily Smith
Spark Bright

Tuesday, 3 March 2009

The moon drifts - fuzzy behind a gauze of midnight cloud.


Juliet Wilson
Crafty Green Poet

Monday, 2 March 2009

Sunday, 1 March 2009

Swans sing before they die.
At the school the late bell has already rung.


Howie Good
Apocalypse Mambo