- Flowers -

The preacher on the corner, his hands
turned up like a crocus from cold earth.

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Amy Blakemore

lanky dogwoods dig their root-paws
into fresh dirt / panting leaves lap up the rain

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Angie Werren
woman, ask the question

midday heat
beads of sweat sparkle
above the living statue’s lip

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Lynne Rees
an open field

The white gladiolus
opens in the summer sun,
a radiant bride.

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Michelle McGrane
peony moon

surfing the net
sitting on the edge of the abyss
while your eyes fall in

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Gary Wilson
Writing Dramatica

Grave Stone

Words weather. Lichen patches
blur the stone-cutter’s art,
and no poet’s work survives
the softening of time.

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Colin Will
Sunny Dunny

black bird
one winged
by the mausoleum
waiting
the only thing to do

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Regina C. Green
The Red Bird Chronicles

baba ganoush, falafel, tabouleh:
names mouth-watering as flavors

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Emily Miner

sitting in the ginko room
barefoot
surrounded by books
harvesting words

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Tony Renner
Contraption

Enchantment

evening gloom

the sofa has nightmares
and the kitchen chairs
dream of escape

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Jeff Klooger

I am drunk in a strange city. Somehow,
I walk on bumpy old streets
without stumbling. They're not cobblestones,
you say, they're clouds.

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Carolee Sherwood
Carolee Sherwood

For Tim H.

sunlight through beech trees
the jay is my only friend
till he laughs and leaves

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Geoff Sawers
Pioden

I stop looking up
words I don't know.
You stop sympathizing
with the televised apologies
of disgraced celebrities.
The small white dog
we named for John Dewey
sleeps between us.

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Howie Good
Apocalypse Mambo

on the rock
blue graffiti
-- he loves her

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Dianne Borsenik

the sky clings to its mystery like erased pencil on a page

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Emma Kehayas
Tangledally

the plum tree
haloed in moonlight
and blossom

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David Loffman
Conjuring Sunlight

gray rushes in ready to rumble

pushing open sky into a corner...


this rain is big and loud

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Angie Werren
the space between words

The way Tuesday began

Tongues of steam curl from my mostly-drunk tea. Outside a blackbird hops, yellow flowers exalt.

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Fiona Robyn
a small stone
(oops - no stone was set up today - I had to use one of mine to plug the gap! Normal programming will return tomorrow...)

Dark eyes warm a knowing smile across the breakfast table.

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Will Collum
Serpentinarium

the rain began
like a new driver,
uncertain.
easy, easy,
lots of gas!

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Anna Torborg
twelve 22

the glow of tungsten
peeking through
dense white birch

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Isabela Oliveira
beautyisinthedark

yesterday's coffee broods,
grown dark and bitter, forgetting
cool water and sun's caress

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B. T. Forsythe
Mortality Measured in Metaphor

The Aphid

The aphid lands on my hand with a tiny plop,
a miniscule green body I can barely see.
The wings are little slices of lace liked by light.

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Matthew Friday
Matthew Friday

books shelved, like small trees
wait patiently, eternally

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Nicole Krueger
Books and Bards

The Way

bells echo
me hoping for a swing
beat
my head at the gate,
still open.

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Tim Nees
Tim Nees

this evening sky
a cat's yawn
pink

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Mark Holloway
Beachcombing for the Landlocked

Just Sitting

and at the centre point of my full field of view,
wedge necked and head down:
Cow;
Just Eating Grass.

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Greg Clare
The Breakneck Walks

The act of waiting elongates everything. Even the toad songs are stretched and somber.

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Alice Pettway
Curiouser and Curiouser

under the washing line my shadow dress dances with yours

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jem
-the sound of splinters-

no need to ask
if he's in a relationship
the toilet rim hairs

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Matt Morden
Morden Haiku

Walk away; behind you saws grind maple to dust, open bluing sky.

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Deb Scott
Stoney Moss