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

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 fĂȘte


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

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

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


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