Monday, 30 November 2009


In this sudden light
cars pass like a tide goes out
a slow measured hush.


Kayo Chingonyi
The Train Set Lifestyle

Sunday, 29 November 2009

I’m training to be an anaesthetist
the checkout girl said
I want to work with people
but not have to talk to them


Matthew Haigh
blue horse poetry

Saturday, 28 November 2009

he insisted I have hot sauce on my gyro
and though he had a dusky face his eyes were ablaze
his smile cunning so I did not trust him
but I hoped he thought I was pretty


Natalie Korman

Friday, 27 November 2009

A stray cat scampers by; I
mentally search my desk
for an offering


Marsha Robinson

Thursday, 26 November 2009

after the rain—
the sound of traffic


martin gottlieb cohen

Wednesday, 25 November 2009

Heartbreak at Chattahoochee

Imagine the heart, a cold stone
exposed by receding river water.
This is the first sign of drought.


Torie Michelle Anderson

Tuesday, 24 November 2009

the groundhog hopes the compost pile remains uncovered // he likes mangoes


Angie Werren
woman, ask the question

Sunday, 22 November 2009


bird on the high branch
sings into deepening gloom
just before the rain


Tamra Hayes
Laughing Dove Poetry

Saturday, 21 November 2009

Thick green tangly woods
soak up the hammering summer rain.
Glyndwr's flag in a break of sunshine.


Geoff Sawers

Thursday, 19 November 2009

Wednesday, 18 November 2009

Tuesday, 17 November 2009

A field of poppies.
Blue-green irridesence
puncuated with vermillion.


Beth Williamson

Monday, 16 November 2009

movements of young girls
rolling up their long hair
under the bathing caps


Kirsten Nørgaard

Sunday, 15 November 2009

Wild turkeys roost on my porch rail
around the time in November
when nowhere else is safe.


George Moore
George Moore

Saturday, 14 November 2009

Friday, 13 November 2009

crimson maple
    on a wet sidewalk
redhead after a splitup


Janann Dawkins
Third Wednesday

Thursday, 12 November 2009

Night time. The house observes the changes within, remembers all who have
sheltered here before. It smiles to be so loved.


Jackie Morris
We Three, Ginger Cat Tales

Wednesday, 11 November 2009

Tuesday, 10 November 2009

In eight years, he has never clipped
his Samoyed's fur; when they step out,
he pretends he is walking a cloud.


Joseph Harker
naming constellations

Monday, 9 November 2009

The lampost.
A bright spot in the life of a dog.


Luigi Pagano

Sunday, 8 November 2009

My heart is this: not just that the kingfisher sounds like a telephone, but that metaphors can really happen. And oh, thank goodness, the kingfisher also sounds like a kingfisher.


Sarah Selecky
Sarah Selecky

Saturday, 7 November 2009

Insect in golden sunlight
            late afternoon
body painter corksrews
            in love with itself beneath the connifer.


Kay Fletcher
Inextinguishable Spark

Friday, 6 November 2009


The dark from the house
tip-toes behind me as I
stretch out in the sun.


Jenny Adamthwaite
From the Living Room

Thursday, 5 November 2009

Steep rocky hillside;
a glimpse of silver water
through the fruit trees


Jac Cattaneo

Wednesday, 4 November 2009

Waiting to go to church, a mob of sparrows hog the bird table.


Jon Summers

Tuesday, 3 November 2009


Pumpkins slowly implode
on doorsteps, and in the pavement grille
leaf-mould flowers.

Monday, 2 November 2009

All Soul's Day
a black kitten finds
the cobwebs I missed


Matt Morden
Morden Haiku

Sunday, 1 November 2009

The Thames at Battersea sucked back
from its muddy grey gums, revealing
splintered canines of rotting timber;
crumbling stone molars; chewed up refuse.


Matthew Friday
Matthew Friday