Friday, 31 December 2010

the pumpkin carriage
makes its first appearance:
her New Year's dream

*

Chen-ou Liu
Poetry in the Moment

Thursday, 30 December 2010

Need

They bought her a puppy
when what she needed
was her mum and a ride
across the far side
of the moon.

*

Rose Mary Boehm
Coming Up For Air

Tuesday, 28 December 2010

December snowfall

Falling from a lead-heavy sky:
static from television screens
making its way into the real world.

*

Emily Smith
Sparkbright

Monday, 27 December 2010

STRAND

Cleaning out the boxes,
I came across a strand
of your hair,
not thick enough
to hang myself with

but
not thin enough
to burn
either—

*

Phil Lane

Sunday, 26 December 2010

on inland island shore
valley forest view contained
my rainbow finish line

*

Meike de Nooy

Saturday, 25 December 2010

Friday, 24 December 2010

Thursday, 23 December 2010

Breathe. Bleed. Write. Don't blink.
Blank is a sin worse than dead.
I know. I've been both.

*

A.J. Huffman

Wednesday, 22 December 2010

Monday, 20 December 2010

Ferry Boats

course waters
dock to land
passengers clacker
to town snap
quick photos

*

Steven McLachlan

Sunday, 19 December 2010

man says to sun

silly bird,
you fly every day
as if you will see something different


sun replies to man

poor beetle,
you lay down at night
as if you won’t

*

Colin Gilbert

Saturday, 18 December 2010

the sky is zinc
and the moonlight makes the tree
look like bone.

*

Carolyn E. Lang
head full of ideas

Friday, 17 December 2010

November

Leaves fall across the cool twilight
like shooting stars.
Three quarters of a moon tonight.
Back in April I dreamed
I could fly.

*


Robin Turner
Gemini on Twin Creek

Thursday, 16 December 2010

the belt drive of your hips
says the night is still young

*

William Merricle

Wednesday, 15 December 2010

Tuesday, 14 December 2010

Saturday

5:51 a.m.
snow covers the morning paper
coffee is ready

*

A.g. Synclair

Monday, 13 December 2010

Ice falls quietly
From Winter's warm plum blossoms.

*

Guy A. Duperreault
egajd

Sunday, 12 December 2010

the fog finally
lifted, revealing distant
condominiums

*

@HaikuDiem
Haiku Diem

Saturday, 11 December 2010

high school reunion ... the guy they all called "kid" has the most gray hair

*

John Sheirer

Friday, 10 December 2010

splitting logs at night:
who forgot to close the lid
on the galaxy?

*

Clark Strand

Thursday, 9 December 2010

in the frosty air
the builders tools sound
even more biting

*

Johannes S. H. Bjerg
scented dust

Tuesday, 7 December 2010

My impossible love,
you are not my landlord.
I don't rent my life from you.

*

Taf Teh
Nota Kecil

Monday, 6 December 2010

Ice keeps this drink cold, my wife’s veins cold, slickens streets same as the one our Jenny rode that night.

*

Leo Kuntz

Sunday, 5 December 2010

Saturday, 4 December 2010

FORGOTTEN THINGS

the smell
_____of cigarette smoke
and
_____ the inside
_____ of your legs—

*

Phil Lane

Friday, 3 December 2010

watery sunshine after yesterday's torrents

*

Elise Tate

Thursday, 2 December 2010

Outside the garage
Petrol puddles, brown water
Scumbled with rainbows

*

Peter Wilkin

Wednesday, 1 December 2010

Tuesday, 30 November 2010

Monday, 29 November 2010

all the cars on all
the roads, incalculable
tonnage in motion

*

@HaikuDiem
Haiku Diem

Sunday, 28 November 2010

In the clouded sky,
no stars break the humid air;
so fireflies will do.

*

Roger Sween
CeptsForm

Saturday, 27 November 2010

drifting between
shadow and light
leaves on the river

*

Polona Oblak

Friday, 26 November 2010

it wasn't on
my 'to do' list...
listening
to a robin

*

Paul Smith
Paper Moon

Thursday, 25 November 2010

Salutary-Sanitary

the tiny bottle of hand sanitizer
she keeps close to her at all times
like an alcoholic’s flask
always in arm’s reach
appearing regularly for a quick nip
that makes her feel warm and safe

*

Chas Holden

Wednesday, 24 November 2010

Gourd Mortality

Stubborn orange webbing, cool and slimy
Heaping cache of slippery, yellow-shelled seeds
Autumn's innards, scraped out onto old newspaper
The ritual evisceration starts the death watch
Even before your carving knife defaces

*

Joe Nazare
Macabre Republic

Gourd Mortality

Stubborn orange webbing, cool and slimy
Heaping cache of slippery, yellow-shelled seeds
Autumn's innards, scraped out onto old newspaper
The ritual evisceration starts the death watch
Even before your carving knife defaces

*

Joe Nazare
Macabre Republic

Tuesday, 23 November 2010

The Heart is Not a Straight Line

The water storms our sandcastle
throws the feather, our makeshift flag,
over its shoulder and retreats.

Like you, water knows no boundaries
and has no intention of returning what it stole.

*

Rebecca Schumejda

Monday, 22 November 2010

Sweetly After You

On heathered hills
Bent to the winds
Do not forget love.

*

Dominic Ward

Sunday, 21 November 2010

The fake window made her hair less startling, I had to turn away and get back to the keyboard. Later I switched rooms with Gerald. He never minded the window but I had to believe in the glass just to relax.

*

Ben Pullar

Saturday, 20 November 2010

Bird Sculptures

Little sculptures
play on hot steel
rusted ocher amber
rising waves
soundless stars

*

Steven McLachlan

Friday, 19 November 2010

Stop and Go

Stop raiding my birdhouse, Mr. Squirrel!
Go sign up with Cirque de Soleil.

*

Laurie Kolp
Conversations With Laurie

Thursday, 18 November 2010

Sea

In good light, pretty enough:
full (as my eyes)
of flotsam, salt,
the wheeling skies.

*

Emily Blewitt

Wednesday, 17 November 2010

Taiwan mooncake
hangs low in the autumn sky
mother and I
stand on Pacific coasts…
who first has a bite?

*

Chen-ou Liu
Poetry in the Moment

Tuesday, 16 November 2010

I saw the wren's flight
from grass to tree top, but not
where its shadow went

*

@HaikuDiem
Haiku Diem

Monday, 15 November 2010

Sunday, 14 November 2010

Saturday, 13 November 2010

The shadows of the clouds
pass across the ocean
like the ghosts of whales
or old, broken pirate ships.

*

J Adamthwaite

Friday, 12 November 2010

bright calm
hands and knees, water-deep
rake the sand
with thin-skinned hands
bright clam

*

Beth Balousek

Thursday, 11 November 2010

Wednesday, 10 November 2010

Sifting the compost,
I harvest fungible soil.
Debris still remains.

*

Roger Sween
CeptsForm

Tuesday, 9 November 2010

Quite a Life

We were on a pontoon when I was born to VanGogh and Reagan. Now they’ve both passed, but during the 90s I comprised market crashes, stocks and bonds, fallen ash from the Twin Towers. You laugh while trying to forget my name. Sing halleluia.

*

Robert Vaughan

Monday, 8 November 2010

too tired

I thought being retired
meant that things
would be easier
not so,
I still have to
get out of bed every day

*

Larry Jones

Sunday, 7 November 2010

Leaf Storm

Tats of smiling demons
and stalking tigers

whirling down
the windy street

*

Howie Good
Apocalypse Mambo

Saturday, 6 November 2010

The bamboo embraced
The winter fire holes...
Lovely flute born!

*

Kaa.Na.Kalyanasundaram

Friday, 5 November 2010

month #11

rain and rain and
then some

stars reflected
in musty
brown puddles

*

dorothee lang
blueprint 21

Thursday, 4 November 2010

a crow caws --
the first black hole in the leaves
you notice the year

*

Gene Myers

Wednesday, 3 November 2010

sawdust and fallen leaves
where the pine stood

*

Polona Oblak

Tuesday, 2 November 2010

Change of Seasons

Delicious cool Fall air
like crisp Granny
Smith apple

a bit tart but
engaging tongue and
taste buds in

sinful treat.

*

Judy Shepps Battle

Monday, 1 November 2010

Free-range, new-laid eggs
Poached on butter-whacked wholemeal
Freshly milled pepper

*

Peter Wilkin

Sunday, 31 October 2010

Saturday, 30 October 2010

Public Transit Tanka

on stuffed bus, a few
stray strands of hair static teth-
ered to my shoulder:
only bond I share with this
perfect stranger turned away

*

Chas Holden

Friday, 29 October 2010

Garlic, perfume, wine:
the spirits of nights carried home on the trains.

*

J Adamthwaite

Thursday, 28 October 2010

Wednesday, 27 October 2010

Shadow

Towerblocks cradle us like bookends:
I'm a slim volume, you're
leatherbound, slightly foxed.

The city loves us today.
We could be advertising
Ray Ban, Ricard.

Late sun casts us
as giants on the sidewalk.

*

Tamar Yoseloff

Tuesday, 26 October 2010

My teaspoon just broke. One moment I was stirring my tea with it, the next moment it caught fire and blew up in my hand. I threw it out the window into the street. Might have hit the neighbor in the head. Finding it hard to care considering the state of my hand.

*

Ben Pullar

Monday, 25 October 2010

icecold fog
- the very special smell
of Italian coffee bar

*

Kirsten Nørgaard
sten saks papir

Sunday, 24 October 2010

on writing

bright clot of
wool felt. stuck throat.
Move pencil,
move

*

Beth Balousek

Saturday, 23 October 2010

working in
sunny Silicon Valley
Israeli Jews
shop around for
Palestinian hummus

*

Chen-ou Liu
Poetry in the Moment

Friday, 22 October 2010

Gazing at a log
I realized someone is gazing back -
Tree Frog in the shade of the bark

*

Michelle Hed


Thursday, 21 October 2010

Mother's old breadboard,
now mine ~ loaf by fragrant loaf
my floury self gives.

*

Patricia Ranzoni

Wednesday, 20 October 2010

In And Out Of the Pocket in My Head

28. If I saw a tape replay of my life I would then understand what hell is

*

G. David Schwartz

Tuesday, 19 October 2010

serpentine ballerinas slither gracefully through my ballroom

*

Richard Cody
RCodywrites

Monday, 18 October 2010

biting into a small, sweet strawberry grown by someone you love.

*

Katie

Sunday, 17 October 2010

Next Year's Mist

Now, wait a moment,
to say this is it,
that the oaks, maples, silver birch
don't matter, that hawthorne, lilac, forsythia
are not accountable,
that I will be as next year's mist,
more nebulous than directive, less than here.

*

Frank C. Praeger

Saturday, 16 October 2010

every birthday
brings me
closer
to the child
inside

*

T. D. Ingraham

Friday, 15 October 2010

The cherry tree wears the rain like beads,
its naked branches heavy with jewels.

*

J Adamthwaite

Thursday, 14 October 2010

even the bitter relations
become sweet jack-fruit-peals
in the shadow of separation

*

Kaa.Na.Kalyanasundaram

Wednesday, 13 October 2010

Tuesday, 12 October 2010

ebb tide

wave song in mezza voce
mancando
water marked.

*

Beth Balousek

Monday, 11 October 2010

In And Out Of the Pocket in My Head

if I am ready and do not know a word may come across and it will read until I get so sure at what I want to know before being told that I will walk abound and see the peace wisdom invites

*

G. David Schwartz

Sunday, 10 October 2010

Saturday, 9 October 2010

go back
to where you come from --

a stream of my piss
Lake Ontario unmoved

Thursday, 7 October 2010

Wednesday, 6 October 2010

Round rock where she swam
to bathe ~ damsels on my toes,
do you miss her too?

*

Patricia Ranzoni

Tuesday, 5 October 2010

She was a weight under water;
no ship's anchor -- the iron sphere
chained to the leg of a drowned man.

*

Monday, 4 October 2010

To study mountains well
Sometimes you have to bang
Your head against
The clouds.

*

Denis Robillard

Sunday, 3 October 2010

fork-glass clatter --
the wedding MC draws names
to see who will kiss

*

Richard Stevenson

Saturday, 2 October 2010

3 floors
above
the alley
where
2 young
men
examine
1 paycheck
a window
box
of
geraniums
and
a gray
satellite
dish
and--
what made
me look--
wind
chimes
ringing
out

*

d. f. tweney

Friday, 1 October 2010

Thursday, 30 September 2010

Colorado draped
in sunflowers and sunshine
late summer perfume

*

Windi Padia

Wednesday, 29 September 2010

overheard in a café

the shadow of last night's
sleeplessness around his eyes
he fumbles with his mobile
"How much for a massage...
"for an hour?
"And it's for men? Massage for men?"

"Does it include everything?"

*

Kaspalita Thompson
Purple Clouds

Tuesday, 28 September 2010

Three Lives

the mosquito captured in a spider web fat
on someone’s blood—the spider riding dew drops
to consume the dreams of two

*

Barry Napier

Monday, 27 September 2010

In And Out Of the Pocket in My Head

6. I have lost my memory and have fouled much more time to try remembering

*

G. David Schwartz

Sunday, 26 September 2010

my father

i said
classical
poetry
is irrelevant
and he said
you
are irrelevant
and drank
some more

*

Shannon Peil

Saturday, 25 September 2010

smoke curls
around the empty vodka glass
I paint my face before my lover wakes up

*

Delores

Friday, 24 September 2010

novo
the open day
the sketched direction
______to be lost
______to be found
___________________anew

*

dorothee lang

Thursday, 23 September 2010



on a wardrobe shelf
cigar box of cedar chips
and dry broken insects

*

T. D. Ingraham

Wednesday, 22 September 2010

Tuesday, 21 September 2010

Breasts

All his life he loved breasts
and now that he has them
his wife wants him to diet.

*

James Valvis

Monday, 20 September 2010

Let it Be

The man on the radio told Juniper to “Let it be.” He liked the saying and molded his life around it. When his sister died, he realized it was a lousy saying.

*

Elliot Andreopoulos

Sunday, 19 September 2010

PM Storm

rising slopes of mountains
purple in the dusk,
shy from the rolling thunderheads
that graze their summits like fists

*

Barry Napier

Saturday, 18 September 2010

In And Out Of the Pocket in My Head

2. I should have melted into the trees and be burned up or turned into furniture

*

G. David Schwartz

Friday, 17 September 2010

clear skies

she pauses
rolls a pant leg
up over a faded tattoo
steps
cautiously
into the clear waters

twenty two
and finally going to disney land

*

Shannon Peil

Thursday, 16 September 2010

Flies lie on their backs
Deep in hypnotic sleep
Dreaming of minute things.

*

Denis Robillard

Wednesday, 15 September 2010

Waterton Lake --
a doe and two fauns
crop the boulevard

*

Richard Stevenson

Tuesday, 14 September 2010

molting moon
______feather on the path
already five red leaves

*

Patricia Ranzoni

Monday, 13 September 2010

Reconstruction

I spend late nights drawing butterflies on the backs of shattered dreams.

*

Christina Rodriguez
The Write Queen

Sunday, 12 September 2010

Lines Upon Kicking Prozac in Latesummer ‘10

Thoughts, associations, information, self-loathing, hilarity, emotion floods my head in great booms and crashes. I lie down, my heart beats, sentences form and crackle behind my eyes. I put The Wire on DVD, listen to Morcheeba to calm down, try to remember the positives: if you bang your head on some sharp corner then you could cry a little but not really be hurt, if you dial a number there will be a voice on the other side, if you stumble on the cycle paths then somebody will take your hand.

*

Max Dunbar

Saturday, 11 September 2010

Friday, 10 September 2010

Perseid meteor conjunction

and in an irony of sky
it’s all rain and clouds

instead of wishing on shooting stars
I recover drained garden flowers

*

dorothee lang

Thursday, 9 September 2010

Hawthorn and rowan berries. Rose hips. Rosebay willow herb turning to seed. Summer slipping away.

*

Elise Tate

Wednesday, 8 September 2010

like a full moon’s tide
storm water destroys
the patterns in the sand
in the Zen garden

*

Kaspalita Thompson

Tuesday, 7 September 2010

Monday, 6 September 2010

deep night--
after the neighbor stops yelling
at her children
the mockingbird
begins to warble

*

d. f. tweney

Sunday, 5 September 2010

under the tent
snatches of hymns
hide from the rain

*

T. D. Ingraham

Saturday, 4 September 2010

Daddy rows his pirogue
down the street
after the tropical depression.

*

Laurie Kolp

Friday, 3 September 2010

Catch & Release

Can I reel him in like a
fish and if I catch him
will I keep him or throw
him back in?

*

Karyn Eisler

Thursday, 2 September 2010

headlights illumine
moth gets caught
frog escapes

*

Tonya Root

Wednesday, 1 September 2010

Buy Me A Soda

“Buy me a soda,” barked Methuselah.
“Shush,” replied Ralph.
“Buy me a soda,” Methuselah continued.
Ralph gave Methuselah a chocolate bar and he ate it.
Poor Methuselah went to a fire hydrant and urinated. Dizziness overcame him.

*

Elliot Andreopoulos

Tuesday, 31 August 2010

on sondra street

after the fight
she drives down sondra
tiny houses she once loved
now teardowns
torn down

Monday, 30 August 2010

British Faux Pas

My friend Laura comes to Los Angeles. She drove from New York with her new boyfriend, Isaac. Says a pheasant flew through their back window in Idaho. We walk to Fazzi’s to shoot pool. Issac is British, says things like balls and cheers, mate. He kicks our asses, using strategy like a pro. When he uses the “loo” I ask Laura if he’s circumcised. She whacks me over the head with her cue stick.

*

Robert Vaughan

Sunday, 29 August 2010

curbside spa --
at least a robin is
enjoying the rain

*

Richard Stevenson

Saturday, 28 August 2010

All that summer we were horses
galloping through green yards
our long hair streaming in the wind

*

BJ Lee
BJ Lee

Friday, 27 August 2010

scent of rain
candle flickers-flares
dims to glow


*

T.D. Ingraham
T.D. Ingraham





Thursday, 26 August 2010

All that summer we were horses,
galloping through green yards –
our long hair streaming in the wind.


*


Wednesday, 25 August 2010

Pomegranates

hanging outside a Genovese
garden. Father telling
me I'd wasted my life,
their bitter seeds on my tongue.

*

Christian Ward

Tuesday, 24 August 2010

One last trumpet left on the foxglove stem, valiant, solitary, sounding the last post for its fallen comrades.

*

Mel Morris-Jones

Monday, 23 August 2010

twentyten tipping point:
internet the people-cratic leveller
or in tweet fatigue?

*

Peter Lindsey

Sunday, 22 August 2010

Saturday, 21 August 2010

Holy Communion - the Church Warden has left the labels on his new shoes.

*

Jon Summers

Friday, 20 August 2010

Permafrost
thick with weeds
glazed with snow
undone by a black Lab.

*

Joseph Harker

Thursday, 19 August 2010

inside the tight curl
of the yucca leaf
a wood spider

*

d. f. tweney

Wednesday, 18 August 2010

summer rain
throwing shapes
in the fishpond

*

Kaspalita Thompson

Tuesday, 17 August 2010

Snowmobile tracks
in the cemetery -

Let the dead
bury their own dead.

*

Tom Montag

Monday, 16 August 2010

an arc of blue and black
head-height hurl through the car park fug
birds recognise no boundaries
but earth and air

*

Geoff Sawers

Sunday, 15 August 2010

oppressive heat
damselflies lay eggs
in a cloud

*

polona

Saturday, 14 August 2010

Pebbles of truth

We toss pebbles up into the sky,
watch bats swoop down;
this is her first lesson in dishonesty,

repeat, repeat, repeat.

*

Rebecca Schumejda

Friday, 13 August 2010

Forty years flirting...
sitting with the Green Tara.
Never getting laid.

*

Tom Chapman
SV Tatoosh

Thursday, 12 August 2010

On The Derivation Of Slapstick Comedy And The Early Silent Black And Whites

my wife took off on me in the middle of the night.
no dear john letter. nothing stuck to the refrigerator. no explanation.
just a simple banana peel left by the foot of the bed. that's not so funny. is it?

*

Joseph Reich

Wednesday, 11 August 2010

The sun, threaded with clouds,
shines hazy across the parking lot.
Desert wind ruffles the birds.

*

James Brush
Coyote Mercury

Tuesday, 10 August 2010

fallen papaya tree

knocked over by wind or vandals
the neighborhood birds,
magpie jays and yellow winged
blackbirds, land in our yard
to feast and sing

*

Nina Buck

Monday, 9 August 2010

Imperious seagull turns
his head as if on a pivot, and shits. The harbor
is now his.


*

Megan Kennedy

Sunday, 8 August 2010

dead beetle
seethes with ants
mockingbird shifts songs

*

T.D. Ingraham

Wednesday, 4 August 2010

The yawp of a cat
Brings me back to a moment
Where the candles have burned themselves away.
*

Rebecca L. Brown

Tuesday, 3 August 2010

Monday, 2 August 2010

A HOLDING PATTERN

Without the ground there is no tenuous
scent of home. Without the ground
no self crumbles from its weight.

*

Sean Akerman

Sunday, 1 August 2010

new glasses: all of my mistakes now painfully clear

*

d. f. tweney
tinywords
(first published on
Basho's Road)

Saturday, 31 July 2010

fast food two point oh
bytes are the new calories
social media feast

*

Peter Lindsey

Friday, 30 July 2010

Thursday, 29 July 2010

Wide
sweep of fallow

field.
The earth turns

back
another year.

*

Tom Montag

Wednesday, 28 July 2010

A large moth hits the kitchen light, startling us both. It lets me cup it in my hands and carry it back into the warm drizzly night.

*

polona

Tuesday, 27 July 2010

In the hospital he became confused. ‘I don’t want to live here!’ he said, clutching my arm. ‘I want to live at home with you!’ His eyes were big and dark.

*

Rosemary Nissen-Wade
Life Magic

Monday, 26 July 2010

FOUR-FOOT A. R. SKEFFINGTON

Four-foot A. R. Skeffington
walks up Wall Street to his office.

He tries to dignify himself
with pricey suits and jewelry.

They don't fend off a Great Dane curious
about the toy breed human.

*

Robert Laughlin

Sunday, 25 July 2010

prairie flood --
an upended cow
floats down river

*

Richard Stevenson

Saturday, 24 July 2010

alas only heaven under the toenails of teetering saints

*

Ivan P.

Thursday, 22 July 2010

From the daze of his rehab center days, my father spoke a poem--
    Listen, I want to tell you something:
    I want you to go soon
    because it's getting dark
    and you need to get some sleep.

*

Andrea Dulberger

Wednesday, 21 July 2010

Clifton Hill station

The old Chinese man
daintily walks a tightrope
along the platform's yellow line,
his umbrella as his balancing pole

*

Rosanne Bersten

Tuesday, 20 July 2010

Monday, 19 July 2010

'I'm out of my mind'

Outside William Hill
A half-naked, sunshine drunk
Bubble-headed girl
Cries 'I'm out of my mind'

*

Dawn Evans

Sunday, 18 July 2010

Under every lake
hides
the opposite of the sky.

*

Joseph Harker

Saturday, 17 July 2010

Fifteen minutes into class,
Josaphat flips on his shades.

*

Nina Buck

Friday, 16 July 2010

Air

Air has feeling now. Releases
in stitches. Splits nerves
before it rearranges

*

Steven McLachlan

Thursday, 15 July 2010

Wednesday, 14 July 2010

snail trails shine
jigsaw the sidewalk
mackerel sky

*

T.D. Ingraham

Tuesday, 13 July 2010

blue sky
on a light breeze
summer's perfume

*

Melanie Bishop

Monday, 12 July 2010

gazing upon the moon
blazing in the ink-black night
I yearn for
the days before I was born

*

Chen-ou Liu

Saturday, 10 July 2010

No terrible wind
seeks to demolish my house
but the house of dreams
where a silver moon endures
keeps my small heart moving on

*

Dharmavidya
David Brazier

*

(after Izumi Shikibu:
It is true,
the wind blows terribly here -
but moonlight
also leaks between the roof planks
of this ruined house.)

Friday, 9 July 2010

green tea, clear glass cup
my morning ceremony
solace before work

*

Armando H. Corbelle

Thursday, 8 July 2010

Buzzards tiptoe
around the possum.
Leaning towards foreclosure.

*

Tom Chapman
SV Tatoosh

Tuesday, 6 July 2010

Salted trees die slow gray
along the hurricane highway.

A black waterline stretches
miles across lifeless woods.

*

James Brush
Coyote Mercury

Monday, 5 July 2010

Janis Joplin Lullaby

listen now, little one
to the only lyrics I know
I'll sing the Mercedes Benz song
buzzed on caffeine and cookie dough

*

Windi Padia
Crazy Coppertop

Sunday, 4 July 2010

STUDENT

Lessons in a day: a scythe's purpose,
the proper burial of the stove's ashes,
the cadence of a cicada song.

*

Sean Akerman

Saturday, 3 July 2010

A Gift

Pink sock in orange cup
Curled like a precious shrimp

*

Dawn Evans

Friday, 2 July 2010

La tire d'érable
chatoie à la fin du crépuscule,
cuivre fondant réfléchit
la lueur clémente.

(Maple taffy
catches the last of the sunset,
melting copper refracting
the merciful light.)

*

Joseph Harker

Thursday, 1 July 2010

Boy in his diaper
clutching a white chicken in the
dense July night.

God bless the State of Kentucky.

*

Caitlin Foster

Wednesday, 30 June 2010

The handy-man told us the idea of black holes just creeps him out, and my mother, standing by the basement door with one hand on her upper lip, said, "Oh, I don't like black holes - they make me nervous."

*

Andrea Dulberger

Tuesday, 29 June 2010

17

a single bed apartment hovel
books to the ceiling
and barking dogs behind fences

the sorrow is in between

*

Aaron Talbot

Monday, 28 June 2010

oriole
in the aloe
flowers
picking and
chirpit-ing

*

Nina Buck

Sunday, 27 June 2010

Saturday, 26 June 2010

older joggers
in an urban landscape
wary of traffic

*

T.D. Ingraham
T.D. Ingraham

Friday, 25 June 2010

bruise blue sky
stoplights lift and swing
front moves in

*

T.D. Ingraham
T.D. Ingraham - Haiku

Thursday, 24 June 2010

Fireflies instead of stars

The porch could tell there were three of us. No one stood or sat very long. No one rocked. The moon lit her eyes when she bent over the rail. We were out of cups. She made up the sofa. He whistled at the dog licking the tailgate. The flashlight lay between us, black without the white of a current event.

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Parker Tettleton
August Light

Wednesday, 23 June 2010

010110

Pineapple express
All day licks coast range doug fir.
Yellow labs double date.

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Tom Chapman
SV TATOOSH

Tuesday, 22 June 2010

Summer evening

We searched the curve of night
for shooting stars and satellites
until the biggest of them all
hung low and golden in the west

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Nerissa Rowan

Monday, 21 June 2010

Torrential downpours flooded the fence with clouds of full-blown roses, where yesterday only tightly furled buds huddled for safety.

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Danni Gaylord

Sunday, 20 June 2010

Something silver flashed
below the surface and troubled the waters until we brought it out
to thrash inside the boat.

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davidbdale
davidbdale

Saturday, 19 June 2010

aching river hemorrhages
through the new dam
spring in Arkansas

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Jessica Otto
Visiting Another City

Friday, 18 June 2010

coffee filters
from my late mother's kitchen
used them all at last

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T.D. Ingraham
T.D. Ingraham

Thursday, 17 June 2010

spring breeze
cuckoo comes closer
poco a poco

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Kaspalita Thompson

Wednesday, 16 June 2010

A Catch

In the booze aisle -
The aged walrus man
Trawls the floor with the hook of his walking stick
And lands a shopping basket of vodka bottles

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Dawn Evans

Tuesday, 15 June 2010

Daydown Drive

I saw a baby
on a rope swing
tied to a low
hanging bough.
Giggles in the air
over graves
and the sun.

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Matt Spence
Matt's Potential Poetry

Monday, 14 June 2010

She hasn't cried since he left her peeling onions.

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Monica Karbovszky
BeePod

Sunday, 13 June 2010

I drink the silence
of the crescent moon
in a river of words

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Chen-ou Liu
Poetry in the Moment

Saturday, 12 June 2010

Turn in your sleep.
Smell of woodsmoke and earth.

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Joseph Harker

Friday, 11 June 2010

Fresh sterile sheets
Antiseptics, IV fluids, PAIN
An open window
Birds soaring high
Hope of freedom

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Lubna Kably
The Writer's Cyberslate

Thursday, 10 June 2010

After I drink, I shower

I want to tell myself I’m beautiful. I want to know I don’t need this shit. At least I think I do not need the things that can’t keep me alive or dead just as predictable as a shadow, stock market, moon.

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Parker Tettleton
August Light

Wednesday, 9 June 2010

Tuesday, 8 June 2010

Oldenburg’s Giant Hamburger

I said no gherkins.
They gave me three green pickles.
I got no gherkins.

Not ‘jalapeeno’.
It’s pronounced halapeenno.
Say hah-lah-PEHN-yo.

These medium fries
Are meant to be supersized.
The usual lies.

Ketchup on my shirt.
Hot greasy joy in my heart.
Mustard on my coat.

My taut heart is sore
For the hot Chicken Fillets.
They serve them no more.

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Joe Dresner

Monday, 7 June 2010

Windsurf

Hand held wind
Splash lapping
Stand, wind across your ears

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Jon Forceton

Sunday, 6 June 2010

the family argument ends with a smack
from grandma's hand on the kitchen table

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Stacey Wilson
mother sparrow poetry

Saturday, 5 June 2010

Friday, 4 June 2010

A winter night-
two men slash at each other
with brilliant knives

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Jack Galmitz

Thursday, 3 June 2010

Icy winds blowing strings of frozen rain
draped ancient wedding gowns
dazzling white upon a crooked fence

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James Piatt

Wednesday, 2 June 2010

Disillusionment

A flicker of movement
in my periphery; a bird?

Just an empty chip packet,
caught like me in this bitter wind.

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Gareth Trew
C'est tellement mystérieux, le pays des larmes!

Tuesday, 1 June 2010

My pinions have been clipped,
cage me, keep me, beat me.
But love me.
Oh God, please love me.

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Sara DeLaVergne

Monday, 31 May 2010

a line
of coffee cups
reclines
on the snow wall
between my house and the neighbor's

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Chen-ou Liu
Poetry in the Moment

Sunday, 30 May 2010

Saturday, 29 May 2010

cicada shell
swaying from an apple branch
morning of the funeral

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Andrea Vlahakis
Andrea Vlahakis

Friday, 28 May 2010

The car has a spongy suspension and a Scorpio
air freshener that smells like Mexican
hair products

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davidbdale
davidbdale

Thursday, 27 May 2010

Wednesday, 26 May 2010

Mighty winds put things on tilt. Those things fall faster than you think.

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Gary Dubola Memi
RAILROAD POETRY

Tuesday, 25 May 2010

Arriving at Paddington Station:
the big metal womb; the girders
hold the groans of thousands poured into London.

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Matthew Friday
Matthew Friday

Monday, 24 May 2010

we peel pears
on the back steps
hands swarm with bees

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T.D. Ingraham
T.D. Ingraham - Haiku

Sunday, 23 May 2010

Saturday, 22 May 2010

they dance in the cool
afternoon St. Augustine
barefoot girls!

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J. Bruce Fuller
J. Bruce Fuller

Friday, 21 May 2010

Blow

She took off his belt. They woke the neighbors. He took her off. Billy was fighting dragons when the wind came in the front door.

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Parker Tettleton
August Light