Thursday, 30 April 2009

The plump bee sinks
into the yellow cone of petals.
The graves are silent.

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Seán Dagan Wood
Seán Dagan Wood

Wednesday, 29 April 2009

Women rushing
to gather drying clothes--
evening dew setting

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Ankur Agarwal
The Virtuoso

Tuesday, 28 April 2009

Monday, 27 April 2009

Sunday, 26 April 2009

The sun lifts the mist off bare hedges - Road Closed, Diversion In Place.

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Jon Summers
Hum

Saturday, 25 April 2009

Talk talk and more talk.
NPR on the radio and her mother
suddenly indistinguishable.

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George Moore
George Moore

Friday, 24 April 2009

The lilac’s black buds
have survived the frost
and await their time.

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Daffni Percival

Thursday, 23 April 2009

Damson plums in canning jars,
suspended in their deep purple sleep
beneath frozen lakes of paraffin.

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Cynthia Cheng

Wednesday, 22 April 2009

How the crocuses
bustle about -

dumpy cafeteria ladies
in blue hairnets

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Howie Good
Apocalypse Mambo

Tuesday, 21 April 2009

Lugging the sledge hammer
through thin spring light
whacking the fence posts
the valley gulps the thuds.

Pausing,
a robin hops to the mesh
sits in a frame of wire.

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Seán Dagan Wood
Seán Dagan Wood

Monday, 20 April 2009

Sunday, 19 April 2009

Waiting

The earth sounds hollow
though cherry blossoms float down,
landing in my hair.

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Catherine Zickgraf
Catherine Zickgraf

Saturday, 18 April 2009

The silver-grey tom cat
slinks between wrought-iron rails,
like he's
prisoner, free-man,
prisoner, free-man.

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Tom Rendell

Friday, 17 April 2009

Thursday, 16 April 2009

after lights out
chattering starlings
squawking & giggling

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Tim Nees

Wednesday, 15 April 2009

Tuesday, 14 April 2009

Drifting, the clouds soar
Fresh new spring flowers poke through
Long hopes for no frost

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Sweeping pruned debris
My brush disturbs sleepy mice
Fleet footed escape

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Caught glimpses of birds
Chattering away in song
I pause and listen

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Little jobs now down
All this before breakfast
Toasted bagel waits

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Col Ventura
Word Steady

Monday, 13 April 2009

A night artist has impastoed
white hyacinths
on the mountains.

Red-berried rowans
nod, smug.

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Gordon Mason
Catapult To Mars

Sunday, 12 April 2009

skittery leaves, coat pockets not warm enough:
hitch-hiking with ghosts

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Kelly Shepherd
kellyshepherd.com

Saturday, 11 April 2009

(The 11th of April got missed. Insert your own small stone here.)

Friday, 10 April 2009

getting dressed -
discovering a tucked-away nerve,
sparks from navel to tailbone

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Isabela Oliveira
beautyisinthedark

Thursday, 9 April 2009

Daffodils

Not much of a host,
But while eating your toast.
They're worth a quick look
out the window.

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Malpoet
Malpoet's Weblog

Wednesday, 8 April 2009

Tuesday, 7 April 2009

In the strangely blue pool
Where the river rises:
A rusty perambulator.

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Brian Pike
Paiku

Monday, 6 April 2009

Orphaned tearoses
huddle together in a vase,
await their deaths with dignity

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Sandy Hiss
Flutter

Sunday, 5 April 2009

Poem etched into the skin,
paint by needle shadow black

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Cassandra Key
Ophelia Blooming

Friday, 3 April 2009

below the bridge
trout
as though the water's flow were nothing
hold still

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Mark Holloway
Beachcombing for the Landlocked

Thursday, 2 April 2009

Rain is the crocheted shawl
slipping from spring’s shoulders.

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Marybeth Rua-Larsen

Wednesday, 1 April 2009

Heat

You say a voice is just air and vibrations.
I pull my ear close to the radiator
and hear heat.

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Aiko Harman
Aiko Writes