Sunday, 30 September 2012

married thirty years

god bless this television set--

the weight of expectation
around its


Ross Leese

Saturday, 29 September 2012

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


Laura Dennis

Friday, 28 September 2012


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


---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?!
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.


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


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


Claire Zoghb

Wednesday, 12 September 2012

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


Jessica Otto
Chewing Wormwood

Tuesday, 11 September 2012


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


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


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

like Gatsby

a very fine

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


black cat

with six


Andrew J. Stone
Writing is Dead

Sunday, 2 September 2012

Pollen Count

Wave of sunlight
tides ‘cross a cornfield
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