Plum Tree Tavern

by Wesley D. Sims First light unveils two empty round-a-bout boats, nuzzling the shore, tethered like horses to their hitching posts, ...

by John Stanizzi Ponds’ conflux – run-off from Fowler’s pond overflows the small stone wall along with street run-off; nozzling, they wa...

by Amy Uyematsu A pine tree breaks through the hard red surface - in what hidden places did the granite body receive pine’s unexpec...

by Alisha Ahmed Scents of spring dew, earth. Trees that graze the clouds with their thick rings of wisdom.

by Nicholas Alexander Hayes Dried remains in the garden. Incisors protrude from a gapping jaw, barely covered by red-grey fur. Grave good...

by Shelly Sitzer Smoke stacks And oil rigs color the views Pigs are getting fatter But not the animal kind. Not the pretty pink pigs ...

by Joan Hofmann hot dry drought insect infestation timberland damage clear cut acres   scrub grasslands expand ignite aquifer dr...

by John Stanizzi Pitchy dark where winter has just this moment arrived out of the north hills; it crawls up under my shirt, naturally an...

by Joanna M. Weston the air tastes of wood smoke fires burning on the hills making asthmatics choke on drifts of dangerous smoke an em...

by Maria DePaul Abandoned Pueblo Dust storms sweep arroyo Cactus flowers bloom

by Joan Hofmann In the Patagonia fiords I looked but didn't find the frigate-bird, his red chest pouch inflated. Girls like red b...

Paltry mist, slush, gray on gray on gray, birdsong drowned out by the operose nuthatch’s ratchet and ratchet from the overcast, and nymph...

by Stephen A. Rozwenc rain sharpens the latest infatuation with clemency palm trees lining the avenue sway with death sacrament verti...

by Warren Paul Glover Wearing a tabard of blood the robin stands as winter’s warrior; watchful as the snow serpent snakes its way acros...

by Maria DePaul Distant train whistle Echoes shake crisp leaves Nightingales take flight

by Gary Beck When I was young I walked unblemished Florida shores and saw flights of pelicans 50-100 strong, going about their busines...

by Carl Mayfield clearing the ridge slowly--      fir tree shadows across the snow edge of city--      bare redbud branches cradlin...

by Jonti Marks A summer evening, by the Dordogne: A blink of movement and Two kingfishers flash past - Irridescent topaz streaks Slici...

by Maria DePaul Breath turns to vapor Harsh winds flatten grassland Vacant grey plain

by Terrence Sykes worn guidebook found on a bench in the park in that foreign town byzantine framed icon’d memories baltic forests ...

by Pepper Trail Even on this flattest ground The buried giant of water will not rest Flexes his shoulder against The old enemy, earth ...

by Jonti Marks Meanwhile, In the wild places – Beyond the houses and the supermarkets And the industrial parks, Where the fumes and pl...

by Khalilah Okeke Over there the Black Sea is a jellyfish shipwrecks pile on shores building boneyards moonlight wanes through a s...

by Kate Rose It’s difficult to wear the sun. The crow knows. I haven’t tasted your tiramisu. Footnotes fade. The engine hasn’t started...

by Devon Balwit a feather, lighter than his lightest leaping, barbules able to lift a body beyond peaks, higher than any stone-throwing...

by Lorraine Caputo Over the silhouette mountain         the light of                 the full moon shines, stars fading in         her...

by Amy Soricelli There is a correct way to use the sun and you must find this in the early moments before your mind gets filled up with ...

Kate Rose I packed up my deities in market luggage. Please don’t ask me to pour them out. We only know our own indias. Our turbaned s...

by Tamara Madison Before shopping malls before golf courses before paved roads covered the sloping dunes, winds like these lift...

by Phil Huffy Late morning, in a calm July. High in his tree of terror, Upper Togue’s bald eagle assesses his luncheon prospects. He ...

by James Aitchison The heat of summer bleeds          from the sky. Golden sunrises. Orange afternoons. Fiery sunsets. Summer writes ...

by David Sullivan Bees above the village of Liugong’s last remaining mosque weigh down each flower. Qilian junipers whisper- rub each ...

by Tamara Madison Earthquakes built this place. The earth shivered, heaved, spewed its juices over the mounds that its suffering creat...

by K.V. Martins with a whoosh of wings you spread the seeds of kahikatea             rimu and nikau metallic cream-green glimpses in ...

by Wesley D. Sims Daylight tiptoes in, uncovers the silent cove revealing a nuanced morning scene, sixteen shades of gray, the silver...

by Ed Jones New Year has arrived white.  No snow. Just the brilliance of sun on beech and clapboard, The freckles of leaves against lawn...

by K.V. Martins Wolf-grey sky                                 interrupted by a whirlpool of crows                                 dr...

by Adam Levon Brown Swinging from Helios Nectar, and reanimated like two doves floating Existing between severed hearts, flung from a...

by David Chorlton A mountain's peak pulls back a corner of the sky, while the land beneath it rolls and buckles from cattle to cott...

by Stephen A. Rozwenc each year at dawn on the selected day tuna fishermen from this quaint Japanese fishing village sail out to slau...

by Philip C. Kolin Even when winter entombs fields in stark white, flags of rye and red clover parade the victory of color. In spring...

by g emil reutter Abscission long underway leaves scattered on ground grouped in temporary mounds skipping to and fro carpeting yards,...

by Wil Michael Wrenn The cold wind comes rushing, roaring across Enid Lake creating whitecap waves which make a splashing sound as the...

by Stephen A. Rozwenc orange dawn spreads coral pink legs to give birth to live island young sand crab turtle osprey dive loiterin...

by Brooks Robards Trapped in a brumal cocoon she feels limbs moving lumbers out of her leaf lair before full cognizance. Sweet air wa...

by Sister Lou Ella Hickman, I.W.B.S. the force that through the green fuse drives the flower      --dylan thomas how simple are the wei...

by J.D. Stofer From a cool seat in the garden my fig tree laden under dappled sun I admired till a movement in the shadows a rat des...

by Roberta Beach Jacobson she hid all her secrets in a yogurt cup - then she recycled it