Friday, 30 April 2010

open-throated crocus
greedily gulping
golden light


Lizzie Carver

Thursday, 29 April 2010


food is for eating
art is for arting
women are for…
Lawrence Durrell

sweet hour.
dead are the women who welcome
you into their bed
as easy as they
cut their nails


Steven Fowler
SJ Fowler Poetry

Tuesday, 27 April 2010

my sticky sole sneaker
squeaks in place.
olive worm drops
from the mouth of a starling
alone on a pine-littered stair.


Jade Zirino

Monday, 26 April 2010


only she can decode the message of the dried noodles and small squares of spring onion green


- the sound of splinters -

Sunday, 25 April 2010


Those undisturbed cells
upon stilts above gray matter
skitch for a new view


Paul Handley
Edit Red

Saturday, 24 April 2010


that bird with two notes
seesaws in the treetops while
the bird with three soars


Tamra Hays
Laughing Dove Poetry

Friday, 23 April 2010

early blooms
from across the field
the smell of manure


Andrea Vlahakis
Andrea Vlahakis

Thursday, 22 April 2010

For Granted

we fall asleep each night
snug in our bed
confident of gravity


rob kistner
Image & Verse

Wednesday, 21 April 2010

Lake Ontario water
cupped in my hand --
Formosa’s moon


(Note: In 1544, a Portuguese ship sighted the main island of Taiwan and named it Ilha Formosa, which means "Beautiful Island")


Chen-ou Liu
Stay Drunk on Writing

Tuesday, 20 April 2010


A rabbit ran
in front of our car.

I covered my ears

hoping not to hear
what I heard.


Thomas Cochran

Monday, 19 April 2010


Deranged with moonlight,
the neighbour's dog
eases out of its fur,
slips on a record, pours
a glass of red wine. Seduces
passing cars.


Christian Ward

Sunday, 18 April 2010

Poem Using Words From The Travel Brochure In My Oncologist’s Office

Consider the iguana under the palm tree.
It’s probably pining for the fiords.
Never mind the peaches momma, never mind the tree!


William Merricle

Saturday, 17 April 2010

red peaches, bird pecked
rot under the laden tree
weighed down by sweetness


Daniel Wilcox
Psalms, Yawps, and Howls

Friday, 16 April 2010

Rough-draft Easter, and outside my window leaves so tender they’ve yet to learn green well up like tears.


Wendy Klein
Wendy Klein

Thursday, 15 April 2010

Wednesday, 14 April 2010

•Back at my side
•Thought I’d left you at the park
•Wing mirror spider


Margybargy verses

Tuesday, 13 April 2010

the character in the novel has a headache and so do I – I wonder who thought of it first


- the sound of splinters -

Monday, 12 April 2010

After two weeks of snow


                Isolate drifts float

like swans in the still park


Martin Cockroft

Sunday, 11 April 2010

He is in the storeroom,
Writing his
Polish love letters.


Caitlin Foster

Saturday, 10 April 2010

Friday, 9 April 2010

husband-silent house
mousetrap snaps in the empty
it lands upside-down


Angie Werren
"woman, ask the question"

Thursday, 8 April 2010

Wednesday, 7 April 2010

A litter of kittens
flickers through a patch of sun.
A thought catches fire.


Tamra Hays
Laughing Dove Poetry

Tuesday, 6 April 2010

like an octopus
drawn on the curve
of a jar.


Rochelle Cashdan
paper sky

Monday, 5 April 2010

in the time it takes for my tea to cool, a lawnful of dandelions open to the day


-the sound of splinters-

Sunday, 4 April 2010


Cloudy bits of god march down the sky's ladder.
God is in my socks. God is wet. God is all on the pavement
my faith is unsteady.


Ehi Joshua Idehen
Ehi Joshua Idehen

Saturday, 3 April 2010


That Sunday Feeling:
it has been plaguing me
since Saturday morning.


Jenny Adamthwaite
From the Living Room

Friday, 2 April 2010

in the bare branch
a rose-breasted grosbeak—
spring blossom


Andrea Vlahakis
Andrea Vlahakis

Thursday, 1 April 2010