Monday, 31 December 2012

Sunday, 30 December 2012

Leaves dangle and tease
like naughty
silk lingerie.

*

Kimberly Childers

Saturday, 29 December 2012

Silence. The house is empty, but a door still closes. A call and the echo of a voice still lingers. Silent noise growing out of silence.

*

Mo Hall

Friday, 28 December 2012

puddles need filling
children must hope
each time it rains

*

Armando H. Corbelle

Saturday, 22 December 2012

hurricane passes...
enstranged couple
unite

*

Hema Ravi

Thursday, 20 December 2012

Summer Rain

The brook is swollen.
In the rush of white water
I can hear their names.

*

Robert H. Demaree Jr.

Thursday, 13 December 2012

sultry afternoon...
his drunken snoring
nauseates her

*

Hema Ravi

Wednesday, 12 December 2012

Regret

A jagged strip of sunlight
finer than a silk thread,
unexpected
on a cold, dark day

*

Doug Draime

Tuesday, 11 December 2012

Hello Mr Slug,
I saw you slithering on the hospital corridor looking forsaken and out of place.
Did you come in for treatment?
Or were you just passing through?

*

Munir Ahmed (age 12)

Monday, 10 December 2012

nocturnal moths
adjusting their antennae
& trawling for pure sounds
in the darkness

*

Ali Znaidi
Six Sentences Profile

Sunday, 9 December 2012

Odiorne Point

Dusty pink seaweed
Ocean lead-gray, almost flat,
Rocky brown sand beach.

*

Robert H. Demaree Jr.

Saturday, 8 December 2012

A misty morning over the moors, sheep drifting as day lifts ever so softly.

*

Máire Morrissey-Cummins
Kerkedijk

Friday, 7 December 2012

After a poetry meeting,
a plastic bag snagged on winter branches
is a white crane amongst bulrushes.

*

Sue Blott

Thursday, 6 December 2012

Wednesday, 5 December 2012

A trio of great black crows flies low and swift through the woods beside the road. Spies or escorts, I cannot tell.

*

Kathleen Brewin Lewis

Tuesday, 4 December 2012


rooftop teenage jackdaws test evening curfew

*

Caroline Howlett

Monday, 3 December 2012

dogwood fall

dogwood fall
blossoms
littering the ground:
ashes, petals
white on the shine
of rain-slicked asphalt
like cool spring snow

*

Lyn C. A. Gardner

Sunday, 2 December 2012

pinafores of gold
crinolines of soft yellow
scattered beneath orange Pippin

*

kimberly childers

Saturday, 1 December 2012

early morning
we drive through the common

at the place where grass meets tarmac
brandishing his tail

fox

*

fiona robyn
a small stone

(sorry about the gaps recently... I've got behind with submissions!)

Monday, 26 November 2012

The Seasons

Winter

Small creatures write letters
to the morning in the snow.

Spring

Each flower waits for its moment
to step upon the stage.

Summer

Now is the time for dancing most of all.

Fall

Curled leaves beneath my feet and
early morning doesn’t beckon any more.

*

David Fraser

Sunday, 25 November 2012


From
far above,
hawk-vision: roofs
fields estuary - a breathtaking
sight.



*

Claudia Messelodi

Saturday, 24 November 2012

forgotten adventures--
my childhood in a basket
of toys

*

Vibeke Laier

Friday, 23 November 2012

Outside the craft fair, ash trees:
gold leaves, red berries, fresh snow.
Inside, nothing prettier.

*

Sue Blott

Sunday, 18 November 2012

Cool Draughts

This day--
Celebrating--
Sends forth the breeze
Like wine
Amazingly thin
Drinkable
And delicious

*

Lyn C. A. Gardner

Saturday, 17 November 2012

One woman’s garden—so lush with lupine and coreopsis,
the hummingbirds are thick as flies.

*

Kathleen Brewin Lewis

Friday, 16 November 2012

We are All So Vulnerable

In all the rivers of the world,
at this moment, a little bird
is drinking in the shallows where
the danger lurks.

*

David Fraser

Thursday, 15 November 2012

languages take root in one another, weed-like. sounds originate from other sounds, and are strung together: new necklace, but the same old beads.

*

Camille Thigpen

Wednesday, 14 November 2012

Soon, hollow thunder.
Morning drops her bar of soap
in her antique tub.

*

M. Flynn Ragland

Tuesday, 13 November 2012

summer breeze--
a dragon fly
across the white waterlily

*

Vibeke Laier

Monday, 12 November 2012

Cat pads down the basement steps;
his tail a disappearing question mark.

*

Sue Blott

Sunday, 11 November 2012

Deep Wood

A cater-

   pillar

      crosses

   & re-

      crosses

   the black-

jack

   oak.



      All morn-

   ing he

winds

   down-

      ward

   with the

sun.

   Until fin-



      ally,

   stones

&

   lichen

      crawl

   with day-

light.

   The



      bright 

   leg

of morn-

   ing

      bristles

        over

    leaf-

fall;



         darkness

disappear-

     ing into

          the mush-

     room’s

slen-

     der

          throat.

*


Al Ortolani

Saturday, 10 November 2012


Glittering surface,
the last boat comes back safe, led
by the crescent moon.

*

Claudia Messelodi

Friday, 9 November 2012

On the Patio


Speckles of light on the scarred brick seemed the work of some mad watercolorist, the sky’s blue washed in between the leaves, the fern’s lampblack shadows.
*
M. Flynn Ragland

Thursday, 8 November 2012

Late season butterflies hadron-accelerated in sudden gusts

*

Caroline Howlett

Wednesday, 7 November 2012

Soap suds swoosh and swirl in the glass -
Mesmerizing,
Taming my tumbling thoughts

*

Maureen Bailey

Tuesday, 6 November 2012

autumn’s barren beach
sunburned tourists disappear
sad summer sandal

*

Sandy Patton

Monday, 5 November 2012

lights stick, skittish, to illuminating a riverbed ceiling. (but they shimmer all around.)

*

Camille Thigpen

Sunday, 4 November 2012

Saturday, 3 November 2012

terrorists
of the commonplace
dandelions
exploding
in tiny yellow fury

*

James Newton

Friday, 2 November 2012

Over forged cattails,
a bronze casting of the moon
hangs through darkened leaves.

*

M. Flynn Ragland

Thursday, 1 November 2012

Autumn

Just like that, before I knew it,
25 years had gone,
the children were grown,
and I was out on the deck
with my wife watching the dry,
brown leaves fall silently
to the ground.

*

Michael Estabrook

Wednesday, 31 October 2012

For weeks, I've piled unopened mail in stacks on my porch table.
I can't bear to make room for it all in my fragile world.

*

Joyce Lazarus

Tuesday, 30 October 2012

night fall--
the last drop of sunlight
caught in a puddle

*

Vibeke Laier

Monday, 29 October 2012

Moonlight nestles on
your side of the bed.
Spotlight on an empty stage.

*

Sue Blott

Sunday, 28 October 2012

Married Compromises

Strange little pencils
Creeping through our house:
Lurking behind the computer,
On the microwave,
In that basket, under the bed.
What have you done to all the pens?

*

Jennifer Landry

Saturday, 27 October 2012

Knobs of sparrows
turn on snowy-branched lilacs—
fine-tune dawn’s chorus.

*

Sue Blott

Friday, 26 October 2012

Fan-shaped aspen leaves clatter like wind chimes in the gust before the storm.

*

Kathleen Brewin Lewis

Thursday, 25 October 2012

field

field of weeds
light green, white tips
waving, bouncing
soft white lace
regal but forlorn
cold driving rain
empty field alone

*

Lyn C. A. Gardner

Wednesday, 24 October 2012

Whistle Call

Whistle call of a persistent flicker
punctuates the morning meditation.

*

David Fraser

Tuesday, 23 October 2012

Monday, 22 October 2012

A Blackbird Sings

I got behind!

Normal service (daily small stones) will resume tomorrow.

In the mean time read this blog and do invite a few friends to our Mindful Writing Day on Facebook if you haven't already.

And have you seen our beautiful new book, A Blackbird Sings?

Thanks for your support, all.

Wednesday, 17 October 2012

dappled clouds
float above a green sea –
hydrangeas bloom

*

Craig W. Steele

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Sunday's Song
puccini’s tosca
baked ziti and chianti
grandpapa nods off

*

Sandy Patton

Monday, 15 October 2012

Sunday Morning

There he was
the preacher,
dressed in the black smoke
of mufflers,
the clear blue empty sky,
and the red hands that sunk
to the bottom of the ocean.

*

Joshua Berida
Random Blurbs

Sunday, 14 October 2012

What a deep, vibrant green the lilac leaves display
After a shower passes through.

*

Marian Veverka

Saturday, 13 October 2012

Skinny winter birch shadows
fall across crisp snow—
nature’s barcode.

*

Sue Blott

Friday, 12 October 2012

morning splash -
a single duckling
longing for company

*

Vibeke Laier

Thursday, 11 October 2012

Wednesday, 10 October 2012

A long-legged weaver
whose orb luffs in a dawn breeze
slowly wraps her lunch.

*

M. Flynn Ragland

Tuesday, 9 October 2012

broken sprinkler
gurgling water
filling the gutter

*

Stephen Jarrell Williams

Monday, 8 October 2012

OCTOBER

Wind tosses a pinch
of black birds across clear blue
seasoning the sky

*

Claire Zoghb
SmallHouseBreathing

Sunday, 7 October 2012

(& this confidence didn't springsummerwinter out of the big bang or that void next to the orange moon, veiled & dreaming behind our rooftops last night. no. first, there was a flood – )

*

Camille Thigpen

Saturday, 6 October 2012

the empty sound
after the rain stops
puddles
asleep now
after their long downward journey

*

James Newton

Friday, 5 October 2012

Where am I?

“Yes dear
I’m out here
on the porch listening
to the early
morning crickets.”

*

Michael Estabrook

Thursday, 4 October 2012

The gravestone marks the dates of my husband's late wife
There is a space for his dates when he leaves me and returns to her.

*

Joyce Lazarus

Wednesday, 3 October 2012

Bonsai Artist

He prunes leaves from old memories.
Reworks them with bits of wire
into shapes he can recognize.

*

Richard Peabody

Tuesday, 2 October 2012

Snowstorm

The wind wraps
Around the house,
Like an over-sized parka
Held tight at the neck
By cold hands
To keep the hood from falling
Down.

*

Jennifer Landry

Monday, 1 October 2012

Devil in the Details

noontime downpour
my umbrella dry at home
devil in the details

*

Armando H. Corbelle

Sunday, 30 September 2012

married thirty years

god bless this television set--

the weight of expectation
around its
neck.

*

Ross Leese

Saturday, 29 September 2012

extraordinary
sunrise
orange and pink
and blue
I didn’t get
on the train
to stare at it
longer

*

Laura Dennis

Friday, 28 September 2012

Toothbrush

Bent bristles whistle left right through teeth, digging for neglect.

*

Andrew J. Stone
Writing is Dead

Thursday, 27 September 2012

charcoal-gray skies
vibrate with thunderheads –
wind chimes panic

*

Craig W. Steele

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

Spruce limbs lift and sway with grace
A line of hula dancers waving in the wind

*

Maureen Bailey

Tuesday, 25 September 2012

Rain

---in the dark living room,
the pillows in disarray, the TV on mute, the couch is not where it is supposed to be, the only thing you can hear is the rain beating down on the empty streets.

*

Joshua Berida
Random Blurbs

Monday, 24 September 2012

found small stone: birthday girl

I got a fairy and a purse.

I want to show daddy my fairy NOW.

I don't want my fairy to fall down the toilet.

Maybe I should hide it so nobody gets it.

Mummy, where is my fairy?!
Here.
Good. I wanted to know where she was.

*

Fiona Robyn
a small stone

Sunday, 23 September 2012

Chickweed grows through the discarded bricks: ochre, burnt umber, cracked and crumbling. They glow in the dusk.

*

Kaspalita
another small stone

Saturday, 22 September 2012

Hidden in the neighbors’bushes, a dove
Repeats two sad notes over and over as
Clouds cover the sun.

*

Marian Veverka

Friday, 21 September 2012

On the kitchen window,
frost ferns stretch and arch,
mirror wind-whistled pines.

*

Sue Blott

Thursday, 20 September 2012

Little Dharma

The trees lean in,
listen to poems,
flutter blushes of leaves in grateful applause.


This is a lesson in wind.

*

Michael Dwayne Smith

Wednesday, 19 September 2012

Driving down long stretches of road touching the sky, fields of canola greet me from the side, beaming their yellow smiles.

*

Connie L. Peters
Enthusiastic Soul

Tuesday, 18 September 2012

a single hare
among clovers and weeds--
summer evening clouds

*

Vibeke Laier

Monday, 17 September 2012

Sea fog
children build
sand defences
against a tide
that cannot be stemmed.

*

Jon Summers
Transient Random-Noise Bursts With Announcements

Sunday, 16 September 2012

five petaled Altissimo rose
staring at me in deep red
from a tiny bud vase

*

Kimberly Childers

Saturday, 15 September 2012

burning sunshine. . .
the wallah tongues an ice cream
above the school children

*

Ramesh Anand

Friday, 14 September 2012

Thursday, 13 September 2012

HYDRANGEA

Four shavings of sky
perfect blue
held in place by
a tiny French knot

*

Claire Zoghb
SmallHouseBreathing

Wednesday, 12 September 2012

1AM buzzing pulse beneath my pillow perfect clockwork heart somewhere under there

*

Jessica Otto
Chewing Wormwood

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

APPROACHING THE TETONS FROM ABOVE

For hours now it's been squiggle-rivers bisecting countless sharp-edged blocks of greens and browns, rarely gold. Occasionally one squiggle runs right into a puddle-lake and even more occasionally escapes it. Now suddenly it's grey-black pokey-mountains and dapples of snow, solid white. As if a cluster of clouds decided to band together and come in for a landing. To take a break from endless wandering. To take a chance on being solid for a change. To cuddle together and rest.

*

Lynn Whittemore

Monday, 10 September 2012

California blues merge in the cooling light, as swaying by the surf,
skaters turn slow but sure, rolling with the punches as
scatter clouds splash across the mirrored windows of the pick-up trucks.

*

Gemma Mills McGrath

Sunday, 9 September 2012

orchard

with blossoming apricot trees

an explosion of
colors & life
every petal the
smiling face of
a buddah in
oil on canvas

*

William Wright Harris

Saturday, 8 September 2012

strawberry season
son finds a sour sugar pod –
one less berry bug

*

Craig W. Steele

Friday, 7 September 2012

Tiny yellow leaves
Falling everywhere
Like forgotten confetti after a wedding

*

David Ashton

Thursday, 6 September 2012

Odyssey

Wild-faced
drunken men at three a.m.
urinate in your yard.
Freud said
everywhere he ever went,
a poet had been there first.

*

Michael Dwayne Smith

Wednesday, 5 September 2012

Cocktail Snooty

a banging of chords

weird screeching

nuzzling
like Gatsby

a very fine
ship-of-the-line

cooch dancer wiggle

*

Richard Peabody
Eye doctor’s office,
Its bus station waiting room:
Old men in white sox.

*

Robert Demaree

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

Moist smells of damp compost and that unique musky, growing scent of tomato plant, furry stems and perky leaves, tiny yellow flowers, harbingers of rich, red fruit.

*

Freya Pickard
Pure Haiku

Monday, 3 September 2012

Morning Rain

the
cascading
drizzle

a
black cat

born
with six
paws

*

Andrew J. Stone
Writing is Dead

Sunday, 2 September 2012

Pollen Count

Wave of sunlight
tides ‘cross a cornfield
yellow
as a little girl’s bathing suit.

*

Ian Mullins

Saturday, 1 September 2012

modest breaths balloon,

a shiver
as an arm is thrown above her head

*

Isabela J. Oliveira
stone and bits of sky

Friday, 31 August 2012

It is July, honeysuckle fingers the air, the hedgerows are sweetly scented. Brambles stretch with sugar pink blossoms, Elderflower have formed into berries. Thoughts of Jam making in September come to mind already.

*

Máire Morrissey-Cummins

Thursday, 30 August 2012

winter crossroad . . .
a pomeranian pup waits
for a new owner

*

Ramesh Anand

Wednesday, 29 August 2012

Well, Actually I Do

Sugar is sweet,
But diabetes aint
Salt is tasty
but gives kidney issues
And smoking, man forget it
But on the other hand, who wants to live
Like this?

*

G. David Schwartz

Tuesday, 28 August 2012

Monday, 27 August 2012

Onyx

Pursed in porcelain,
wrapped in night
blue lace, an oval
onyx is present,
exposed like the
moon in my palm.

*

Bobbi Sinha-Morey

Sunday, 26 August 2012

Elevated

Past the orange crane I can see the train crest
up into the air at 125th
before it rushes creakily
back beneath the sidewalk

*

Natalie Korman

Saturday, 25 August 2012

bass leaps … somersaults…
a window opens
into the lake

*

Craig W. Steele

Friday, 24 August 2012

Midnight

Nightjars chittering
to a desert moon,
saying beauty
is a kind of madness.

*

Michael Dwayne Smith

Thursday, 23 August 2012

An evening kite dances to the windsong
Many days I have seen it but not the owner
Today though... a man's face alight with pleasure

*

David Ashton

Wednesday, 22 August 2012

the ruffled man with a golf club
in the rough grass
does not see
the dandelion heads
nodding gossamer

*

James Newton

Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Chou

I like to watch small dogs
sniff each other
it makes me laugh.

*

Marc Carver

Monday, 20 August 2012

Small bundles of shadow rise, stretch shaking limbs, turn slick muzzles toward an open sky.

*

Jessica Otto
Chewing Wormwood

Sunday, 19 August 2012

i look out the window. it's all i seem able to do.

*

Anton Frost

Saturday, 18 August 2012

the first tinge of yellow in the trees, caught
in the tidal pull of wind,

the chill of fall seeps into my bones

*

Isabela J. Oliveira
stone and bits of sky

Friday, 17 August 2012

Exquisite spiderweb
with flecks of diamonds
stretched tight on the iron trellis

*

Kimberly Childers

Thursday, 16 August 2012

Fall recyclables:
Wine bottle, empty soup cans:
Crisp October day.

*

Robert Demaree

Wednesday, 15 August 2012

summertime

umber 9 a- 1948- oil on canvas- 16x59 inches- whitespace staring up from the canvas as much a member of the palette as the blue red & yellow paint sitting in the middle of the runes glyphs & sigils inscribed in black paint somehow dancing in a jungian ballet- jackson pollock screaming no chaos dammit

*

William Wright Harris

Tuesday, 14 August 2012

The downward gazing bluebell tube is not really blue at all; rather shades of purple in parallel strips. En masse they make a misty carpet of blue.

*

Freya Pickard
Pure Haiku

Monday, 13 August 2012

walking the river upstream knee-deep in sun a moonscape in deep woods among deer prints in bank sand such neatly broken hearts

*

Peter Newton

Sunday, 12 August 2012

Saturday, 11 August 2012

long night...
new coolness
familiar mobile tone

*

Hema Ravi

Friday, 10 August 2012

Slices of mango
Glisten invitingly
On a chipped plate

*

Armando Corbelle

Thursday, 9 August 2012

Thunder burst, watching the ripples circle in a large puddle, circles touching, overlapping, dimpling my morning.

*

Máire Morrissey-Cummins

Wednesday, 8 August 2012

In the same room with my four sisters, I feel like I’m in a mirrored fun house, reflecting genetic similarities.

*

Connie L. Peters
Enthusiastic Soul

Tuesday, 7 August 2012

Monday, 6 August 2012

dandelion seeds
hang-glide to new homes…
son’s first day at new school

*

Craig W. Steele

Sunday, 5 August 2012

the thread in the conversation
is pulled

and there is no mending it

*

Isabela J. Oliveira
stone and bits of sky

Saturday, 4 August 2012

full moon
an old man is peeing
on his own shadow

*

Suchoon Mo

Friday, 3 August 2012

this long street
for a moment suddenly
utterly silent of cars
a starling on a telephone wire
calls me

*

James Newton

Thursday, 2 August 2012

CRAG

He was a barren crag of a man.
Open to feelings and stripped bare by them
but unable to move out of the way.

*

Jim Murdoch
The Truth About Lies

Wednesday, 1 August 2012

I Cant Find My Knees

Wont you help my please
I cannot find my knees
Left or right please

*

G. David Schwartz

Tuesday, 31 July 2012

The Lake In June

Bullfrog sounds the bass
As thunderhead cymbals crash-
Summer symphony

*

Bob Strickland
(previously published in Red Poppy Review)

Monday, 30 July 2012

Shimmer

Starling in barn rafters—
feathers shake galaxies of dust
onto a ladder of light.

*

Michael Dwayne Smith

Sunday, 29 July 2012

Rambutan
chôm chôm*
Demure curled lashes
A moment of suction
delicious!

*chôm chôm means rambutan in Vietnamese

*

David Ashton

Saturday, 28 July 2012

The moonlit spider
roams a dewy mandala
that fills like a sail.

*

M. Flynn Ragland

Friday, 27 July 2012

when she turns away
i swap our straws
and drink.

*

Anton Frost

Thursday, 26 July 2012

Bird Bones

Rheumatic fingers smoking a cigarette
skinny as a piece of string.

*

Ian Mullins

Wednesday, 25 July 2012

After the service:
Wheelchair ramp
Leaning
Up against the house.

*

Robert Demaree

Tuesday, 24 July 2012

Monday, 23 July 2012

Taxis zigzagging across Broadway Street
drizzle like butter over popcorn

*

Devlin De La Chapa
Boyslut

Sunday, 22 July 2012

HER EARLIEST MEMORY

She had a cleft lip;
twelve surgeries in a month.
Food came pureed, but once
Nurse snuck real turkey, covert turkey from the bird itself,
turkey a bit dry, turkey whose turkey strands tickled
the roof of her mouth and the roof of her
mouth laughed.

*

Quinn White

Saturday, 21 July 2012

Umbrellas take flight
On a windy afternoon
So many blackbirds

*

Armando Corbelle

Friday, 20 July 2012

pure sadness

to reach and find
the candy bowl empty

*

Isabela J. Oliveira
stone and bits of sky

Thursday, 19 July 2012

SWANS ON THE POND

The silent way
they glided
side by side,

I couldn’t decide
which one
was the lover,

which one
the beloved.

*

Howie Good
Apocalypse Mambo

Wednesday, 18 July 2012

white eggs
on a black table
growing
invisible
in the brooding darkness

*

James Newton

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

arriving home from camping

a slug of custardy mud clings to the pumped-down airbed

*

Fiona Robyn

(apologies for the breaks in small-stone-service. we moved house, etc. I'm dealing with submissions right now!)

Monday, 16 July 2012

Ablution Three

Drying my hands -
a royal wave
smothered
in an IKEA towel.

*

Barbara Blake

Saturday, 14 July 2012

sleeping
with strangers
evening commute

*

Lucas Stensland

Monday, 9 July 2012

cherry print
cotton blouse

held together with
a safety pin

*

Nina Buck

Saturday, 7 July 2012

mint still alive, miracle, and the lemon verbena still green. frost on its way, it bites already!

*

Rosie Fleming

Friday, 6 July 2012

After my morning walk, my house was so quiet I felt the throbbing inside my ears. I was stuck at the front door, grabbing for limbs that I had dropped off. It is scary to walk through a wish fulfilled and lonely to pretend you are understood.

*

Sheila Cameron
Watching the Paint Dry

Thursday, 5 July 2012

At the bank, an old man with a pram, wrapped in a blue blanket, a puppy sleeping.

*

Brenda Skinner

Wednesday, 4 July 2012

Monday, 2 July 2012

Your final kindness

a daffodil
single, yellow

to tell me
it could not have been otherwise

*

Nina Buck

Saturday, 30 June 2012

streaks in the wood
       where rain
               bled the nails

*

Robert Quiggle III

Friday, 29 June 2012

Ablution Two

throw catch cake of soap so quick in sleight of hands kindling magic spun solid into froth

*

Barbara Blake

Thursday, 28 June 2012

she believes
the stars are god’s eyes
show me the money

*

Lucas Stensland

Wednesday, 27 June 2012

late night train
each passenger
alone
scattered
beads of a broken necklace

*

James Newton

Tuesday, 26 June 2012

A slant of shadows presses against leaves in a sloping yard.

*

Nicholas Damion Alexander

Monday, 25 June 2012

Saturday, 23 June 2012


October maples
Reflected on pond’s flatness:
Reds daubed by Monet.

*

Robert Demaree

Friday, 22 June 2012

Tuesday, 19 June 2012

past midnight, and sharp outside. trees - hard against a sky that holds the stars away, and the night holds its breath...

*

Rosie Fleming

Monday, 18 June 2012

Summer morning –
grass the colour of sand,
the sky an expanse of uninterrupted blue.
The flight path of a magpie
cuts through both.

*

Brenda Skinner

Sunday, 17 June 2012

Haiku for Jimmy

wearing flip flops
and drinking whiskey
for his sore throat

*

Nina Buck

Saturday, 16 June 2012

butterknives kept
        in an old
               broken cup

*

Robert Quiggle III

Friday, 15 June 2012

slumbering in the sun
the gentle snores of the hound
make my eyelids droop

*

Michelle Hed
The Pen, Lens and Brush

Tuesday, 12 June 2012

The sunset echoes through blinds
And the birds are hiding.

*

Danielle Fessenbecker

Saturday, 9 June 2012

The tangle of Molly's paws, are roasting by the fire. I know her coat, smelling of roasted corn and grain, comforting as butter, will ease me off to sleep if I let go of the day.

*

Sheila Cameron
Watching the Paint Dry

Friday, 8 June 2012

The wind, fresh and clean; scours my lungs, clears my head.

*

Freya Pickard
Dragonscale Clippings

Thursday, 7 June 2012

Ablution One

Washing my hands -
by turns
wringing
and praying.

*

Barbara Blake

Wednesday, 6 June 2012

In the face of loss
We go to church, cling tightly,
Make congealed salads.

*

Robert Demaree
Robert Demaree Poetry

Tuesday, 5 June 2012

adjusting my breath
before I ask her name
loose mint

*

Lucas Stensland

Monday, 4 June 2012

candles for andre: rough edge of the night, and it gleams. prayers, more waiting...
we are held in it, hoping.

*

Rosie Fleming

Saturday, 2 June 2012

before four a soundscape of birdsong gives depth to the dark
silhouette of trees

*

Cat Cray
micropoetry

Friday, 1 June 2012

not sticks fallen on this damp pavement
but a slow pilgrimage of worms
i tread carefully
wondering how they
are wormishly aware of me

*

James Newton

Thursday, 31 May 2012

He uses dangerous
as an endearment,

the way other men
might use darling.

*

Nina Buck

Wednesday, 30 May 2012

A glitter of light on leaf surface; a dark branch illuminated.

*

Nicholas Damion Alexander

Tuesday, 29 May 2012

It’s the curve of her body I notice as she pushes her way through the crowd, snake like, her face alive with curiosity.

*

Brenda Skinner

Monday, 28 May 2012

A golden nest shines
safe, beneath the wet silver
roof - after the storm.

*

Claudia Messelodi

Sunday, 27 May 2012

rain puddles underneath my feet
as the auctioneer’s words rumble
through the spring showers

*

Michelle Hed
The Pen, Lens and Brush

Saturday, 26 May 2012

The wide eyed petals hold bees in the sun
dressing everything over in heavy wakefulness.

*

Danielle Fessenbecker

Friday, 25 May 2012

Honeybees swirl
in a froth of pollen
Pink budded apple blossoms
offer themselves

*

Kimberly Childers

Thursday, 24 May 2012

oops! one grain
        of rice
               in the tea water

*

Robert Quiggle III

Wednesday, 23 May 2012

camping in the meadow,
more stars
than New York city lights

*

Stephen Jarrell Williams

Tuesday, 22 May 2012

River Crossing

Early morning’s
buzzard on the wind,
       Day of the Dead

Two dollars to rowboat
the Rio Grande, blue doors
       in old Mexico

Buying the street vendor’s
enchiladas, chickens
       scratch dirt

A single firecracker
pops in the dust; stray dog’s
       flight of fleas

Cowboy with a tin guitar
sings Garth Brooks: eye on his
       jar of pesos

Unfolding an oiled rag
from a pistol, Pancho Villa
       he whispers

Returning by twilight,
coyotes in shadows
       behind the garbage bin

*

Al Ortolani

Monday, 21 May 2012


Overpass spray paint:
“I Love You” in red letters,
Name is whited out.

*

Robert Demaree

Sunday, 20 May 2012


through the train window hay bales
fields of ellipses

*

Cat Cray
micropoetry

Friday, 11 May 2012

edge of lake
dipping one bare toe...
chill thrill

*

Stephen Jarrell Williams

Thursday, 10 May 2012

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

You laughed at the way my nose freckled
and leaned back to rest your head

*

Danielle Fessenbecker

Tuesday, 8 May 2012

daffodils blooming: the sun’s rising mirth

*

Ed Higgins

Monday, 7 May 2012

Bitter boxwood smell,
Wet green leaves on marble steps:
Funeral in May.

*

Robert Demaree
Robert Demaree Poetry

Sunday, 6 May 2012

Rearranged chaos
bedroom carpet unrolled
unexpected naked passion on the Heaver Castle floor to come. . .

*

Kimberly Childers

Saturday, 5 May 2012

Bobby Has the Blues

so he paints the roof of his bus
canary yellow. In the evening rain,
sunny latex brightens the windshield

*

Al Ortolani

Friday, 4 May 2012

rain-swollen creek —
robins reply to water
rushing over rocks

*

Craig W. Steele

Thursday, 3 May 2012

Swallows swoop and whistle between tower and steeple binding the sacred and the secular with their exhilarating chase, making light of the perennial war of opposites that smacks us to our senses.

*

Eric G. Muller

Wednesday, 2 May 2012

The shadowed gum tree droops, weeping into the lilac night.

*

Kym Wilson

Tuesday, 1 May 2012

Morning guitar

The D you pluck imperfectly into life tiptoes down from the cooling bedroom.

*

Ruby Cowling
RubyOrRuth

Monday, 30 April 2012

Sunday, 29 April 2012

~ one shy violet
~ vies with the daisies dotting the grass
~ peeping through silvery waves
~ of sparkling spider's silk
~ primroses splash pale gold beside the path

*

Irene Parsons
eirenety

Saturday, 28 April 2012

High winds stir the lake into a brown and green white-tipped monster.

*

Lynn Burton
Camera Curiosity

Friday, 27 April 2012

sun-drenched blades
stoical morning hush
slow-rising scones
unravelling bunting

a village
resigned to its fête

*

Roddy Shippin

Thursday, 26 April 2012

Wednesday, 25 April 2012

I've been taken up with all matters beautiful, and we ran out of posts here. We had the most amazing bouquet of beautiful thing posts from writers all over the world... do have a look at a few here. And my new novel The Most Beautiful Thing (which is still free on kindle until the end of the day) has been downloaded by more than 9000 people in the last 24 hours, which compared to the one or two a day it was selling before has made me rather happy. Now if only that would continue when we start charging for it again! Thank you if you were part of the support team who made this possible - it wouldn't have happened if you hadn't shared the link, tweeted or forwarded emails. Normal service will resume very shortly : )

Monday, 23 April 2012

The Most Beautiful Thing

Good morning!

In a break from our usual small stones, I want to let you know what's happening tomorrow.

Blogsplash! Hundreds of people around the world will be writing about their Most Beautiful Thing, to celebrate the release of my novel The Most Beautiful Thing.

The novel will be free on Kindle tomorrow and Wednesday so if you have one of those or if you'd like to read it on your PC or phone, keep an eye on Amazon.

There's still time to join us - email me for guidelines at fiona@writingourwayhome.com.

Thanks all for your support, back to our usual programme tomorrow...

Sunday, 22 April 2012

Cold rain in August,
Three grandchildren visiting:
Board games on the floor.

*

Robert Demaree
Robert Demaree Poetry

Saturday, 21 April 2012

A Woman Steps on His Foot

at the chili cook-off, her eyes
black like coal. She dances
in the lantern light; western boots
stitched with peacocks

*

Al Ortolani

Friday, 20 April 2012

Early Walk

Floating snow moves through
blue sky warmth of light breezes—
cottonwood summer.

*

Bob Strickland

Thursday, 19 April 2012

schoolyard fence--
when did I end up
on this side?

*

Al Fogel

Wednesday, 18 April 2012

let me stand
in this scent forever...
white crabapple

*

Christina Nguyen
A wish for the sky...

Tuesday, 17 April 2012

umbrella is an opening thing
that wants closure and a good
shake at the end of it all

*

Eric G. Muller

Monday, 16 April 2012

the muffled evening sky
whispers bedtime stories to the trees

*

Teri Hoover
A small stone Gathering

Sunday, 15 April 2012

heartburn on hill crest /
early mist & the indistinct sun
a billion tonnes of rock

*

Harry Giles

Saturday, 14 April 2012

farmer’s pond —
a breeze-ruffled moon reflects
a wrinkled face

*

Craig W. Steele

Friday, 13 April 2012

He whistles
and the lyrebird
after a few guttural clearings of the throat
imitates his call.

*

Vicki Thornton

Thursday, 12 April 2012

dull porridge of sky in bowl of hills
fragrant milk of coal and turf
winter in Belfast

*

Bruce Dorlova

Wednesday, 11 April 2012

A clothesline is pulled from its hiding
place on the wall and sees the light of day.
Ladybirds - not reactive, wishing to stay and
make a playground out of fabric hanging dry.
Oh the bliss.

*

Catherine Batac Walder
deckshoes

Tuesday, 10 April 2012

The Sky

A small patch of baby blue within a tangle of gray. The storm is over.

*

Lynn Burton
Camera Curiosity

Monday, 9 April 2012

fuzzed pixels:
drunk text I've avoided sending
for far too long

*

Roddy Shippin

Sunday, 8 April 2012

Our love wasn’t
dead – it just smelt
a little burnt
on both ends.

*

Hal Sirowitz

Saturday, 7 April 2012

Friday, 6 April 2012

Tidelines

The amnesiac sea comes rolling up
to look where we look at a ragged tideline
full of our frayed and broken vanities.
And then, remembering again, it pauses,
turns and heads for the horizon.

*

Dick Jones

Thursday, 5 April 2012

Cricket singing
in dark charcoal night
while pouring rain plucks yellow strands of moonlight

*

Kimberly Childers

Wednesday, 4 April 2012

All lit up like summer. A few Leicester Longwool. Ivory dreadlocks in a fern-green field.

*

Kaspalita Thompson
another small stone

Tuesday, 3 April 2012

still life

shiny, red, yellow-skinned
apples in a ceramic bowl;
becoming softer, more bitter,
with age.

*

Carla M Wilson
The Leaves

Monday, 2 April 2012

all the birds
don their spring finery
wedding hats

*

Christina Nguyen
A wish for the sky...

Sunday, 1 April 2012

spring breeze —
a cottonwood tree
speaks brook

*

Craig W. Steele

Saturday, 31 March 2012

the road
creeps across the contours
a slow boa
tightening its grip
on the mountain

*

James Newton

Friday, 30 March 2012