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


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


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


Jeremiah Walton
Gatsby's Abandoned Children

Monday, 13 January 2014


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


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


Kerry Wanamaker

Wednesday, 8 January 2014


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.


Chris Galvin

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