Plum Tree Tavern

by Stephen A. Rozwenc as close as sweet jasmine scents perfume each evening selfless my love

by Alison McBain ghosts of gidro (in Malagasy) a lemur by any other name would smell as sweet as the tamarinds eaten while sleeping t...

by Maureen Teresa McCarthy Gray gulls lift and glide Wings spread Floating on winter winds Easily as on water. White against gray sky ...

by James Croal Jackson Ghost from rural America, we relay atoms as body beams, intrigued fireflies. The creek, crusted mud at the bott...

by Sarah Henry Lightning strikes cattle in fields, those soft targets. It kills them. In Sweden, the world’s oldest tree has always ch...

by John Stanizzi Pious with its mellow hissing in the trees, onomatopoetic voice of the rain, a sound nearly silent; more vision than so...

by Khalilah Okeke The wind travels   into - weeping white clouds finds silver-frosted skies  waiting. In the rusted flush of dawn ...

by Satvika Menon The hum of the river Spills into the dark green of the mountains Petrichor plunging into the paper-thin air The ground...

by Jake Sheff Earth’s deficient light, devoid of devotion. Full of loving isotopes to fill the night. Bridge of fire, sunlight through ...

by Jonathan K. Rice the brook dawdles over rocks and fallen limbs pine needles blanket the trail through the quiet forest dark red m...

by John Stanizzi --Yesterday the pond was frozen.  This evening it has thawed.  But it is 21 degrees, so that tomorrow… …yes, winter’s...

by Susie Gharib Sitting between the toes of a fir-tree, D. H. Lawrence penned his psychoanalytic theories of states and plexus. He cou...

by John Stanizzi Proposals of clouds in an otherwise 9/11 sky; overnight squall’s remnants resemble Queen Anne’s Lace, nighttime blossom...

by M.J. Iuppa Exhausted: the clump-drag of horse hooves striking the pocked dirt road. Yellow dust eddies— small clouds. Mountains rise ...

by Michael H. Brownstein The slipshod ice of clarity, Daylight dripping snow into pellets Opaque and clear, off white with an essence O...

by Bill Arnott Yggdrasil – the world tree, mother ash stands astride a Nordic knoll beyond Uppsala’s temples where every god – the rea...

by Amy Uyematsu Delicate arches, spires, and castles giant robed goddesses of stone await our arrival ~ ~ ~ Unimagined, this s...

by John Stanizzi Piety arrives with a female evening grosbeak. Offed by chill wind, the leaves cover the wet forest ground. Nearby, the ...

by Carl Parsons The doe and fawn have lost their hiding place. Swept clean by wind and rain, the forest now is bare and bears no fruit f...

by John Grey Jackrabbit’s scat is nothing much but, under the circumstances, it’s the best that he can do. But it invokes all kind of ac...

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 ...