Tuesday, 6 May 2014

waning moon
a cricket hops over
button mushrooms

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Shloka Shankar

Monday, 5 May 2014

mother naps
on my father’s lap
sometimes –
this winter warmth
reverses between them

*

Ramesh Anand

Saturday, 3 May 2014

heavy rainfall on the hilltop
sky flows into earth

*

Pranav H Kodial

Friday, 2 May 2014

four young boys
wrestle on the floor -
a pile of playful puppies

*

Linda Gamble

Thursday, 1 May 2014

sage and incense
burnt in Anna's house
to rid it of hope and memory

*

Annmarie Lockhart
editor of vox poetica

Wednesday, 30 April 2014

Locked in traffic in the Big Apple
by the Chelsea, my kid says
where is Warhol's Factory.

*

BZ Niditch

Tuesday, 29 April 2014

Ships and clouds sink-
the earth gets wet with
tears and rain.

*

Pijush Kanti Deb

Monday, 28 April 2014

sunrise --
torii reflected
in the surf

*

Theresa A. Cancro

Sunday, 27 April 2014

Saturday, 26 April 2014

window
raindrop, my child
holds the star

*

Ramesh Anand

Friday, 25 April 2014

10 Years After

Finally sorting after
the closing of the estate
boxes

How lonely those never
placed in albums
of photos are

*

Alan Catlin

Thursday, 24 April 2014

Wednesday, 23 April 2014

blowing bubbles: children’s champagne

*

Linda Gamble

Tuesday, 22 April 2014

Sky

Layers of gray bunting hanging low,
as ducks take flight across the marsh.

*

Annette Alaine
In Transition

Monday, 21 April 2014

pink flowers in the grassy median,
2 hours to texas

*

joseph james cawein

Sunday, 20 April 2014

A treetop ridge like a charcoal drawing edges the dim morning sky.

*

Andrea McBride

Saturday, 19 April 2014

the old greyhound—
dreams his once
swift pace

*

Ed Higgins

Friday, 18 April 2014

The dog’s muddy paw prints
Across the gray snow --
It’s almost spring once more.

*

J.K. Durick

Thursday, 17 April 2014

creamy, fresh-churned butter colored liquid in a crystal tumbler..a touch of nutmeg (and sadness) with the last of the season's eggnog

*

Nancy Brady

Wednesday, 16 April 2014

tai chi cloud hands --
languid flight
of a heron

*

Theresa A. Cancro

Tuesday, 15 April 2014

first kiss...
the colors in
my stomach

*

Shloka Shankar

Monday, 14 April 2014

handwriting cards, always
in the car, on the way, late
to the same party

*

Annmarie Lockhart
editor of vox poetica

Sunday, 13 April 2014

Owl's treble call
in the hour before dawn
a bell strikes three

*

Lisa Cherrett

Saturday, 12 April 2014

old man patiently waits for time to pass away
and vice versa

*

Pranav H Kodial

Friday, 11 April 2014

Ulysses shooting morphemes to my brain

*

Carl Seguiban

Thursday, 10 April 2014

Marsh Grass

Brown marsh grasses~
tipped in gold
like acres of prairie.

*

Annette Alaine
In Transition

Wednesday, 9 April 2014

visit to farmers' market...
on our table
a rainbow fruit salad

*

Hema Ravi


Tuesday, 8 April 2014

Shivering from riffs
in my alto sax on a night
common as Vodka

*

BZ Niditch

Monday, 7 April 2014

The black-brown bark
of a charred marshmallow,
its sticky-sweet middle.

*

Andrea McBride

Sunday, 6 April 2014

Tangerine sunset
like a shot of Vitamin C
for the soul
(zing!)

*

Siobhán Mc Laughlin
A Blog of One's Own

Saturday, 5 April 2014

streetlight patterns bleed the fickle night its blackness

*

joseph james cawein

Friday, 4 April 2014

Heavy man upstairs –
A Captain walking the deck
Of his creaking ship.

*

Brian Robertson 

Thursday, 3 April 2014

A solitary crow: making more noise than all the seagulls together.

*

Marty Rubin
Out Of Context

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

swarm of pink cherry
blossoms stuck fast
to the vast black metal side
of a Jersey Waste truck

*

Vasiliki Katsarou

Tuesday, 1 April 2014

The soft fur ripples in the wind. The cat's ears turn like satellites.

*

Kerridwen
The Tiger's Sterne

Monday, 31 March 2014

on the lake . . .
the cold wind shivers
my wrinkled face

*

Ramesh Anand

Sunday, 30 March 2014

Rain on a flat tin roof. Hammers without nails

*

Alan Catlin

Saturday, 29 March 2014

After the rain
treetops erupt in song,
wings unfurl, dry … fly.

*

Linda Gamble

Friday, 28 March 2014

the snow-covered branches of the crabapple, full of red, rupe, frozen berries, twenty speckle-breasted starlings, and a lone robin feasting

*

Nancy Brady

Thursday, 27 March 2014

In this circle of hell we’re on hold
Listening to a tinny version of
Wichita Lineman, over and over again.

*

J.K. Durick

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

Your hair smells like nothing bad will ever happen to me.

*

Andrea McBride

Tuesday, 25 March 2014

Life Force

The scent of brine fills my nostrils~
Salt water marsh a whiff of life.

*

Annette Alaine
In Transition

Monday, 24 March 2014

A constellation of pink stars
sparkle around me -
a sequined cardigan
hanging in wait

*

Siobhán Mc Laughlin
A Blog of One's Own

Sunday, 23 March 2014

silver-sided stars, shoals swim tonight's dark-sea sky

*

Ed Higgins

Saturday, 22 March 2014

new deer tracks
crisscross gentle hills
dressed in white

*

Gene Mariani

Friday, 21 March 2014

friday morning day breath,
the mist over the street

*

joseph james cawein

Thursday, 20 March 2014

The morning after
A fondant covered yard

*

Mark Stratton

Wednesday, 19 March 2014

on his T-shirt
to hell with water
give me Belgian beer ...

hugging in Burg Square
we drink summer moonlight

*

Chen-ou Liu
Poetry in the Moment

Tuesday, 18 March 2014

Monday, 17 March 2014

rare bird sighting:
two nuns in dun and black
wimples, arm in arm

*

Vasiliki Katsarou

Sunday, 16 March 2014

Purply-grey umbrellas
held aloft on delicate stalks.
A snail with a beautifully
striped shell makes slow
progress towards them.
Breakfast.

*

Emma Brown
ghostmothwords

Saturday, 15 March 2014

Pink-white lids swept
with smoky shadow-
she veils girl with woman.

*

Andrea McBride

Friday, 14 March 2014

Winter night, a chill –
Cat’s whiskers
dusting my forehead

*

Brian Robertson 

Thursday, 13 March 2014

How the air brightens just before the mist gives way and pale yellow gleams through beaded moisture

*

Freya Pickard
Dragonscale Clippings

Wednesday, 12 March 2014

Wild roses grow by the muddy Otter River, father’s garden, the untilled black earth. Barren pear tree. Raspberry brambles.

*

Ilona Martonfi

Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Monday, 10 March 2014

Sunday, 9 March 2014

Rain or shine, the cicadas find something to sing about.

*

Marty Rubin
Out Of Context

Saturday, 8 March 2014

offshoring jobs...
the last glow of sunset
at the horizon

*

Chen-ou Liu
Poetry in the Moment

Friday, 7 March 2014

Thursday, 6 March 2014

Wednesday, 5 March 2014

my father
everyone greets him teach me
how to smile to others

*

Ken Sawitri

Tuesday, 4 March 2014

thoughts manifesting as a fucking drawing pin beneath my bare foot

*

Pip Williams

Monday, 3 March 2014

The ominous black cloud
drifts slightly to reveal
the bone white crescent
of a new moon.

*

Emma Brown
ghostmothwords

Sunday, 2 March 2014

A blackbird scrumps berries from cottoneaster branches while her spouse boasts about it from the naked cherry tree.

*

Pauline Masurel

Saturday, 1 March 2014

Late into the night — sewing my mother’s mortuary dress: tiny silver buttons. Buttonholes. Lace ruffles as for a child.

*

Ilona Martonfi

Friday, 28 February 2014

winter solstice --
the Persian cat's half-
closed eyes

*

Theresa A. Cancro

Thursday, 27 February 2014

Wednesday, 26 February 2014

Seventeen blessings
five each for me and you
seven for children.

*

P.K.Deb

Tuesday, 25 February 2014

offshoring jobs...
the last glow of sunset
at the horizon

*

Chen-ou Liu
Poetry in the Moment

Saturday, 22 February 2014

the chief guests'
recycled bouquets
end up in my home

*

Angelee Deodhar

Wednesday, 19 February 2014

Tuesday, 18 February 2014

Like moonrise the elephant cow
sways out of the Chobe River.
The only difference: water clinging
to the craters of her skin.

*

B.T. Joy

Monday, 17 February 2014

dichtung und wahrheit /
a friend proffers evidence /
of life after death

*

Pip Williams

Sunday, 16 February 2014

Saturday, 15 February 2014

Duvet folds around knees in shades of crushed raspberry, primrose and peach. A small snore stirs at my side and somewhere tyres crunch on gravel. These sounds warm the night air with familiarity. My book falls open at the last page written, the last page read.

*

Pauline Masurel

Friday, 14 February 2014

Ashes, what was once a man, and the full moon. Bright, big, yellow.

*

Ilona Martonfi

Thursday, 13 February 2014

ripening cheese fruit
my daughter's
chickenpoxed

*

Ken Sawitri

Monday, 10 February 2014

Friday, 7 February 2014

autumn leaves --
Buddhist kesa unfold
on the lawn

*

Theresa A. Cancro

Thursday, 6 February 2014

a butterfly
over the bouquets...
I tune out the speaker

*

Angelee Deodhar

Wednesday, 5 February 2014

Tuesday, 4 February 2014

red and yellow tulips stand straight as guardsmen
by his door

*

Joanna M. Weston

Monday, 3 February 2014

His face once turned me to
a still pool of joy; these days
I'm tidal waves of grief.

*

Gareth Trew

Sunday, 2 February 2014

Side-effects

Double, even triple the dose, then
Wait patiently
For what they promised us
In the fine print.

*

J.K. Durick

Saturday, 1 February 2014

rain sliding down the windscreen and everything grey until her orange trainers

*

Mark Holloway
Beachcombing for the Landlocked

Friday, 31 January 2014

This butternut squash is the weight of a full-grown Boston Terrier in my arms but wriggles less. I pat it gently ? there's a hollow sound ? then I smooth away a coat of mud from its flanks.

*

Pauline Masurel

Thursday, 30 January 2014

Wednesday, 29 January 2014

the sign above the station
trying to outshine
the summer moon

*

B.T. Joy

Monday, 27 January 2014

Puffed up against the cold
But still cheerful
Hopping and chirping
In the cold and the dark
Learning from sparrows

*

Nina Shepardson

Sunday, 26 January 2014

pray mat flapping
my dusty mind
downswing

*

Ken Sawitri

Saturday, 25 January 2014

kids at the bus stop -
the phenomenology /
of mobile call plans
rain last night again /
the valley saturated /
the same old mistakes

*

Pip Williams

Friday, 24 January 2014

fresh snowfall --
shadows of bare branches
crisscross erased paths

*

Theresa A. Cancro

Thursday, 23 January 2014

knock out punch
trees fall
in a winter storm

*

Nancy May

Wednesday, 22 January 2014

Tuesday, 21 January 2014

Beach Bouquet

Salty ice-creamed
caramel skin;

a sliver of honey
mingled with sea-sweat

where I peel scorched burls
from your back.

*

Ian Mullins

Monday, 20 January 2014

-- The dog knows
The world so well
Chases his tail
Quite literally
But knows that
It gets him nowhere.

*

J.K. Durick

Sunday, 19 January 2014

The cliff juts. Its rocks resemble a strong jaw with pursed lips beneath an unruly quiff of spent buddleia blooms.

*

Pauline Masurel

Saturday, 18 January 2014

no star yet -
in the early evening
her earring's glitter

*

Angelee Deodhar

Friday, 17 January 2014

Sky pressing down – darker than the land,
Ash grey rests eerie on white.

*

F. E. Clark

Thursday, 16 January 2014

New Vegan

Her first tattoo --

brand against branding,
badge of compassion;

ink from animal bones.

*

Gareth Trew

Wednesday, 15 January 2014

Tuesday, 14 January 2014

NYC

Sitting in taco restaurant
typical America's Mexico
NY's streets whirlwind outside

*

Jeremiah Walton
Gatsby's Abandoned Children

Monday, 13 January 2014

Lapse

Sometimes I can’t recall
What I have done and
What I have yet to do.

*

J.K. Durick

Sunday, 12 January 2014

across flowerless gravel the drift of a passer-by's perfume

*

Mark Holloway
Beachcombing for the Landlocked

Saturday, 11 January 2014

Friday, 10 January 2014

white fog creeps through the trees breathing eucalyptus in my nose

*

Mark Kaplon

Thursday, 9 January 2014

Breakfast

Sitting with my sister
cinnamon french toast
drizzling maple syrup…
sunny morning
sweet support…

*

Kerry Wanamaker

Wednesday, 8 January 2014

Staining

Equipment on loan:
Barn-red stain, parson’s gray:
My neighbor’s ladder.

*

Robert Demaree

Tuesday, 7 January 2014

A middle-aged man sees himself as others see him and sobs.

*

Wayne Scheer

Monday, 6 January 2014

Sunday, 5 January 2014

lead to the gate
the baggage door is closed
cicada shower

*

Ken Sawitri

Saturday, 4 January 2014

The False Spring

Fresh snow sprinkled
On petite flower buds:

White chrysanthemums
Already beginning to bloom.

*

Joshua Bocher

Friday, 3 January 2014

Thursday, 2 January 2014

Kaspa says: "Come and look at the moon, honey. Just the way it's placed."
A cratered disc, resting on the hill. Gently glowing. One side dissolving into blue.

*

Satya Robyn
a small stone

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Wednesday, 1 January 2014

Gusting wind. Bulging bottle gourds drum against the fence. Wind chimes play an autumnal capriccioso. The graceful spruces dance.

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Chris Galvin

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