Plum Tree Tavern

by Joyce Lorenson eroding riverbank by summer's end the aged tree sends up a shoot

by Maury Grimm The tomatoes are in hoop houses, as well the fall planted crops. Wire around plants I don't want trampled. And all the ...

by Al Ortolani The rain that has been building all morning begins to tap the window. The sash, raised to allow the garden into the bedroom...

by JS Absher rain cupped in a sycamore leaf the wind sips and flies

by Taylor Graham Everything’s a map to get-away. A/C = 4 rolled down at 70 mph w/o a Delta breeze. Freeway to arterial to cutoff to the ...

by Michael H. Brownstein How powerful to swim into your arms. How steadfast and stubborn. The curl of your palm. One finger finding anot...

by Donal Mahoney Blooming for one day a lily welcomes the sun. Bumblebees drop in.

by Kelley J. White soon enough this path too blocked with thorns

by Doug Draime touching, like falling   through foggy, foggy clouds of utter shit storms, holds movement and       perpetuates move...

by JS Absher steady drizzle silence of the katydids keeps me awake

by Taylor Graham Outside our tent, ice on the water bucket, old-paper tinge to the willow-thicket. The creek that cuts this meadow never...

by Miriam Sagan In the arroyo just one sneaker a metallic wind in the garden of marimbas plastic bags flutter like prayer flags caug...

by Donal Mahoney A row of lilacs covered with a summer snow. Ten white butterflies.

by M.J. Iuppa Over the lake this morning, clouds appear dinghy white, like a blanket slipping off the foot of an unmade bed without a s...

by Tom Sheehan The hill steals lightning, sees Boston stand up after catching a haymaker. This morning caught geese like runaway shoe...

by Doug Draime Five thousand years of solid darkness, can not hold its own to one shifting slither of light.

by Taylor Graham Dry Creek’s a bucking torrent after winter rains. This afternoon, dregs of summer, willow boughs smell brittle as old p...

by Terrence Sykes beech forests poplar meadows chestnut groves dusty roads slice fallowed fields birch embroidering streams through f...

by Maury Grimm A hard rain. Łizhiní calls the girls together under the currant bush. For awhile there I feared hail, but it is blessed rai...

by Doug Draime Tide pools sand dollars gull-dung  & pippins dancing in the surf like                 bow-legged children

by Angelee Deodhar For thirty one years, just before this particular fast she would get her palms painted with designs of flowers, peacoc...

by Wayne Lee My daughter arrives in time for the raspberries, wings in from the east just as blossoms drop onto the loam and fruit plum...

by Stefanie Bennett It’s no illusion: That Pavarotti Finch Whistles              While She works Beside an ochre And red Backdrop ...

by David Chorlton At a place close to here in a time far away the ground erupted and a future landscape hung briefly in the air befor...

by William Cullen Jr There will come no rains to cool the steaming masses but clouds of dust farmland in the sky will blow away like ...

by Taylor Graham On this ridgetop, spires of pines reach toward the heavens. Evening darkens, the tip of each ponderosa pointing to a s...

by Angelee Deodhar shifting sun squares on the blue ridge mountain resin scented breeze

by Wayne Lee It’s the way the shirt hangs just so in morning light mist gray and forest green it’s the light in the air just so and t...

by Tom Sheehan World-viewed incandescence; sun up under his wings with last quick volley, slipping through a hole in the sky, lilting t...

by Doug Draime The ash of it not even a tiny smear upon the earth

by Theresa A. Cancro small tadpoles wriggle no knowledge of the miscreant tattered footfalls muddled on the bank dropped underneath, in...

 by Stefanie Bennett Hard facts sleep softly If you let them: like Grey shepherds Conjured up In ‘The Good Book’. Such occurrences ...

by David Chorlton Daylight has slipped downslope next to a cabin left behind when everyone around it packed up and took their picks an...

by Taylor Graham Frogs fall out of the wet-mop hung to dry. They’ve come from a neighbor’s pond, its puzzle-bottom of baked hardpan. No...

by Tom Sheehan This morning the sea walks up the Saugus River chanting on grey cubits of air talking sail and spar talk, the way trees...

by Ryan Warren Wind, playing across sun-rippled crystal water— but still the foghorn.

by Terrence Sykes walking along the bank of this creek first days of spring winter naked trees unable to name in their leaflessness ...

by Taylor Graham An acrid whiff from the mouth of the mine – closed except on weekends; pay a toll to enter. Quartz debris is scattered ...

Trees for Life, Dundreggan by Helen Moore in low boats of cloud harboured in the tree-ringed mountains, in the Bracken, Ling, Bell Heath...

 by Tom Sheehan This appointment came when light tired, this arrangement, this syzygy of him and me and the still threat of a small red s...

by Terrence Sykes collaged forboden  forbidden forsaken forgotten strewn stuttered syllables litter upon the Seine alchemical labyri...

by Tammy T. Stone Mysterious shrines In forest Gods making Their own light We spend our lives Trying to discover

by Ryan Warren Yellow sourgrass nodding on the windblown bluff a thousand yeses.

by KT Lowe The tidal wave is coming but then again the fish always swallows the worm on the waiting hook only to become dinner that e...

by Tim Duffy The sky is the same but the powerlines fade into the sky and become mountains trees or the hollow gap between worn down ...

by KC Bosch I love your view, the animals too. Sun rise, sunset, midday shadows. Leaf changing, food chasing, nest building. Seemin...

by Joanna M. Weston the sun has shone for weeks leaving grass gasping on broken stalks         birds tumble the sky         wings burn...

by Catfish McDaris Rainbow cutthroat trout leaping for the gnat hatch, fat frogs burping, loons and cranes on stilts hunting.

by M.J. Iuppa Sleep’s ragged breath ransacks our chilly room. Full moon snagged in the sycamore’s branches. Red star pulses on the radio...

by David Subacchi Rising on the opposite side of Monte Penna To Taro, your more powerful partner You join its stronger flow later On th...