Monday, 31 January 2011

trust is the thin chains of a fairground swing
that hurl you out into the dizzy sky
and hold you in
so that only your screams spill over the watching crowd
like shrill confetti


James Newton

Saturday, 29 January 2011

I thought
I was over it
but here I am
staring at the moon


Christina Nguyen

Friday, 28 January 2011


A Harry Potter book next to the drawing of a bulldog and a notebook,
The printer, the camera and yellow dead batteries.
Why do I still keep them?
I don’t collect them, yet I have 27 of them. Can’t throw them away.


Sibel Catana

Thursday, 27 January 2011

Wednesday, 26 January 2011

Tuesday, 25 January 2011

curb sitting
between two old cars
head bowed


Anita McQueen

Monday, 24 January 2011

In the snow laden night
I breathe in the color silver.


Denise Kline

Sunday, 23 January 2011


Snow predicted.
A red tractor

nuzzles in a corner
of the bare field.


Howie Good
Apocalypse Mambo

Saturday, 22 January 2011

the space
between falling snowflakes
the black
between fading stars
I can't see what I see


Chen-ou Liu
Poetry in the Moment

Friday, 21 January 2011

After my Granddad told me stable relationships are for horses, he walked into the kitchen, kissed my Grandma and whinnied.


Jack Jones

Thursday, 20 January 2011

the snow sleeps on car
hoods; the bum everyone
pretends not to see


Shannon Quay

Wednesday, 19 January 2011

Tuesday, 18 January 2011

Central Park kids
at the reflecting pool
crawdad fishing
baited with hot dog bits
tied to a scrap of string


T.D. Ingram

Monday, 17 January 2011

Saturday, 15 January 2011

Blonde boils brighter
at night. Glowing breathless. Still
his fingers draw death.


A.J. Huffman

Friday, 14 January 2011

Hoar frost: winter beauty treatment for skeletal trees.


Mel Morris-Jones

Thursday, 13 January 2011

A mushroom sprouts
from the base of the locust tree,
and it will not be distracted
from its small brown task.


Tamra Hays

Wednesday, 12 January 2011

Failed Angst Poem

This evening, I learned
it is hard to craft a poem
on corrosive loneliness,
when sitting in the hug
of sun-warmed rock; gazing
at a grinning moon.


Gareth Trew

Tuesday, 11 January 2011

we’re late
but we stop
to blow
every dandelion
along the way


Christina Nguyen

Monday, 10 January 2011

January Poem

Shriveling poinsettia,
how I will miss you

and the red you brought
to the season of candles!


Thomas Cochran

Sunday, 9 January 2011

The kettle sings,
Tea's aroma washes the air.


Guy A. Duperreault

Saturday, 8 January 2011

dewy morning
spider webs glisten on pines —
nature’s garland


Craig W. Steele

Thursday, 6 January 2011

I awaken on your front lawn
staring at a cumulonimbus cathedral


William Merricle

Wednesday, 5 January 2011

jackdaws gathering
by the antenna
wire metal morning star


Johannes S. H. Bjerg
scented dust

Tuesday, 4 January 2011

Your sister’s next. I’m a little drunk with liquid courage. If I can’t have you, second best will do.


Len Kuntz

Monday, 3 January 2011

High School Sweethearts

That was a nasty little smirk
You failed to suppress
When you caught me
Bragging about my
Younger days.


Danny Earl Simmons
My Writing

Sunday, 2 January 2011

the ancients
called it pneuma
breath or soul
all short poems
sigh this spirit


T.D. Ingram

Saturday, 1 January 2011

the olive tree
enlarged by moonlight
- little blue owl


Kirsten Nørgaard
lille blå ugle
(little blue owl)