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.

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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