After my mother passed away,
and my father married another woman,
I took my mother's engagement ring;
no one even noticed.
*
BJ Lee
BJ Lee
Sunday, 31 January 2010
Friday, 29 January 2010
We pull pumpkin halves, blackened,
out of the oven:
veins sizzle on the leathery flesh
where there were no veins before.
*
Joseph Harker
naming constellations
out of the oven:
veins sizzle on the leathery flesh
where there were no veins before.
*
Joseph Harker
naming constellations
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
Islands of sun light the winter land and at sea a bright rainbow smudges the bruise dark sky.
*
Jackie Morris
Drawing a line in time
*
Jackie Morris
Drawing a line in time
Monday, 25 January 2010
Winter
Slip on a patch of ice
and drive into a ditch,
then try to put on the radio
to pass the time 'til the tow truck arrives
but all that's on it is Christmas music.
*
Benjamin C. Krause
Benjamin C. Krause
and drive into a ditch,
then try to put on the radio
to pass the time 'til the tow truck arrives
but all that's on it is Christmas music.
*
Benjamin C. Krause
Benjamin C. Krause
Friday, 22 January 2010
Revolution
The sprung floor rumbles.
Beneath us rats are planning
a coup unnoticed.
*
Kayo Chingonyi
The Train Set Lifestyle
Beneath us rats are planning
a coup unnoticed.
*
Kayo Chingonyi
The Train Set Lifestyle
Thursday, 21 January 2010
The telephone sits,
a multi-eyed crustacean filled
with the ocean’s snickers and jibes.
*
Matthew Haigh
blue horse poetry
a multi-eyed crustacean filled
with the ocean’s snickers and jibes.
*
Matthew Haigh
blue horse poetry
Wednesday, 20 January 2010
WINTERSCAPE
Thin, gray-
skinned
trees.
Consumptive
light.
The shadows
of birds,
but not
the birds.
*
Howie Good
Apocalypse Mambo
skinned
trees.
Consumptive
light.
The shadows
of birds,
but not
the birds.
*
Howie Good
Apocalypse Mambo
Tuesday, 19 January 2010
Sunday, 17 January 2010
Friday, 15 January 2010
Wednesday, 13 January 2010
Tuesday, 12 January 2010
Sunday, 10 January 2010
Black-strap slip-on blisters
lace-up, clickclack: I am sound –
heels on hardwood.
*
Emily Rose Cole
Emily Rose Cole
lace-up, clickclack: I am sound –
heels on hardwood.
*
Emily Rose Cole
Emily Rose Cole
Saturday, 9 January 2010
far-flying birds are strings and rosined bows
the wind / a crying cello
*
Angie Werren
woman, ask the question
the wind / a crying cello
*
Angie Werren
woman, ask the question
Friday, 8 January 2010
three six-year-olds stand
with heads bowed over stilled wings--
monarch funeral
*
Eric T. Marin
Musings and Meanderings
with heads bowed over stilled wings--
monarch funeral
*
Eric T. Marin
Musings and Meanderings
Thursday, 7 January 2010
new moon, thin and slick as an eel
bats stitch the stars together
to catch the moon
*
Geoff Sawers
Pioden
bats stitch the stars together
to catch the moon
*
Geoff Sawers
Pioden
Tuesday, 5 January 2010
If I close my eyes
I cannot see
the blood
but I feel
the sun's warmth.
*
Jeff Fleming
nibble - a poetry magazine
I cannot see
the blood
but I feel
the sun's warmth.
*
Jeff Fleming
nibble - a poetry magazine
Monday, 4 January 2010
crow taunts me from the light pole
do I look like Poe in the pouring rain?
*
Angie Werren
woman, ask the question
do I look like Poe in the pouring rain?
*
Angie Werren
woman, ask the question
Sunday, 3 January 2010
Through the naked trees
we can see everything:
road, house, boat, grave.
*
Kathryn Good-Schiff
Dragon's Meow
we can see everything:
road, house, boat, grave.
*
Kathryn Good-Schiff
Dragon's Meow
Saturday, 2 January 2010
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