Friday, 28 February 2014

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

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Theresa A. Cancro

Thursday, 27 February 2014

Wednesday, 26 February 2014

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

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P.K.Deb

Tuesday, 25 February 2014

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

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Chen-ou Liu
Poetry in the Moment

Saturday, 22 February 2014

the chief guests'
recycled bouquets
end up in my home

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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.

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B.T. Joy

Monday, 17 February 2014

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

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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.

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Pauline Masurel

Friday, 14 February 2014

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

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Ilona Martonfi

Thursday, 13 February 2014

ripening cheese fruit
my daughter's
chickenpoxed

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Ken Sawitri

Monday, 10 February 2014

Friday, 7 February 2014

autumn leaves --
Buddhist kesa unfold
on the lawn

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Theresa A. Cancro

Thursday, 6 February 2014

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

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Angelee Deodhar

Wednesday, 5 February 2014

Tuesday, 4 February 2014

red and yellow tulips stand straight as guardsmen
by his door

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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.

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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.

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J.K. Durick

Saturday, 1 February 2014

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

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Mark Holloway
Beachcombing for the Landlocked