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.

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Máire Morrissey-Cummins

Thursday, 30 August 2012

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

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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?

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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.

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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

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Natalie Korman

Saturday, 25 August 2012

bass leaps … somersaults…
a window opens
into the lake

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Craig W. Steele

Friday, 24 August 2012

Midnight

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

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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

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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

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James Newton

Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Chou

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

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Marc Carver

Monday, 20 August 2012

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

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Jessica Otto
Chewing Wormwood

Sunday, 19 August 2012

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

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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

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Isabela J. Oliveira
stone and bits of sky

Friday, 17 August 2012

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

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Kimberly Childers

Thursday, 16 August 2012

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

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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

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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.

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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

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Peter Newton

Sunday, 12 August 2012

Saturday, 11 August 2012

long night...
new coolness
familiar mobile tone

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Hema Ravi

Friday, 10 August 2012

Slices of mango
Glisten invitingly
On a chipped plate

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Armando Corbelle

Thursday, 9 August 2012

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

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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.

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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

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Craig W. Steele

Sunday, 5 August 2012

the thread in the conversation
is pulled

and there is no mending it

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Isabela J. Oliveira
stone and bits of sky

Saturday, 4 August 2012

full moon
an old man is peeing
on his own shadow

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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

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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.

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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

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G. David Schwartz