Monday, 31 March 2014

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

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Ramesh Anand

Sunday, 30 March 2014

Rain on a flat tin roof. Hammers without nails

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Alan Catlin

Saturday, 29 March 2014

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

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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

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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.

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J.K. Durick

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

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

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Andrea McBride

Tuesday, 25 March 2014

Life Force

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

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Annette Alaine
In Transition

Monday, 24 March 2014

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

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Siobhán Mc Laughlin
A Blog of One's Own

Sunday, 23 March 2014

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

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Ed Higgins

Saturday, 22 March 2014

new deer tracks
crisscross gentle hills
dressed in white

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Gene Mariani

Friday, 21 March 2014

friday morning day breath,
the mist over the street

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joseph james cawein

Thursday, 20 March 2014

The morning after
A fondant covered yard

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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

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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

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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.

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Emma Brown
ghostmothwords

Saturday, 15 March 2014

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

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Andrea McBride

Friday, 14 March 2014

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

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Brian Robertson 

Thursday, 13 March 2014

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

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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.

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Ilona Martonfi

Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Monday, 10 March 2014

Sunday, 9 March 2014

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

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Marty Rubin
Out Of Context

Saturday, 8 March 2014

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

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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

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Ken Sawitri

Tuesday, 4 March 2014

thoughts manifesting as a fucking drawing pin beneath my bare foot

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Pip Williams

Monday, 3 March 2014

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

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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.

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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.

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Ilona Martonfi