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


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


A jagged strip of sunlight
finer than a silk thread,
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

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
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



fiona robyn
a small stone

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