Plum Tree Tavern

by Bruce Morton It is in winter they are most Striking, white as the snow  Set against the black water Which will not freeze over. Everythin...

by Ram Chandran from morning following me everywhere- this cuckoo's song a cuckoo's song answering  a distant cuckoo's song bany...

by Joshua St. Claire trash trucks the clutter clatter of capitalism

by Douglas J. Lanzo pressed black tea tannins of peat stain sea bay

by Nancy Scott McBride busy intersection- sitting by the side of the road LAZY BOY lounge chair

by Chen-ou Liu clean coal billboard ... a fork-tongued thought  darkens the night

by Kevin Maus 1. There is no burn-out, only banquet. 2. Peace of mind is of horizon; waking and setting suns play upon this plain. We fulfil...

by Morouje Sherif Davids’ in Providence, smothered in maple leaves. Soaking in the rusted moonlight, probably eating an In-N-Out double chee...

by John Grey December twilight stand of naked chestnut oaks erased by darkness

by Phil Huffy the old orchard few apples many memories

by Chen-ou Liu late night walk home ... the distance between me and a stray

by Marisa Frasca The Belt of Venus generously lifts above the horizon just before sunrise, the sky awash in pearlescent-pink luster at the b...

by Dan Leach there are men i hate with the whole dark country of my heart men like wolves for whom kindness smells like blood men with souls...

by Susan Vespoli not grief, not the gut clench that startles,  shows up first in the solar plexus,  then spreads to the heart and lungs to s...

by David Chorlton   Next week the men will come to mend the sky. Early one morning they will pull up in their trucks and climb on ladders to...

by Douglas J. Lanzo blood moon illumined slice of sandstone peak

by A. J. Anwar country road a rare cochoa lands gently and disappears

by Carl Mayfield the child  lights up when the tree does

 by Anne Gruner How do we harm thee? Let me count the ways. We choke you with our deadly greenhouse gases, and change your water to deadly c...

 

 by J.R. Solonche   The CEO of Interface, the world’s biggest maker of commercial carpet, has had an epiphany.    “A spear thrust into my ch...

by Bruce Morton Through shadow and light, U.S. 191 wends As we pilgrims steer through the canyon, Driving against current as the Gallatin  F...

by Ceri Marriott Trees and fields wrapped in fog, Floating ghosts of other worlds Cross the road and stop and stare. Drought-denuded silence...

Berries of Soløyvatnet Clouds moving in near Tromsø Mound near Tromsø  

by Deborah A. Bennett first autumn frost - the dark under the porch still green but black seeds keep on growing - autumn dusk

 by Timothy Resau   Do not move at midnight without the voice of desire … remain fastened — rusted— a lock upon a wet chain, waiting for the...

by Anne Gruner   Green and leafy, a silver maple leans over the side of the house. It could fall on my bedroom as I sleep. No matter—it woul...

 by Royal Rhodes "Every wolf's...howl/ Raises  from Hell a human soul."         -- William Blake The herders grazing massive f...

by Elizabeth Weir Through a sunrise window, a snapping turtle digs among purple petunias, baggy-trousered back legs  churning soft dirt, hug...

by Geoffrey Aitken    news media tells me of the heat around the globe   intense in world leaders   and our lawmakers whose frustrations in ...

by Royal Rhodes       They burn at night the hostage land, the brushwood bunched on the open prairie, committing an act of civic arson. Drip...

by David Josephsohn awoke to the smell forests burning — that’s alright gas prices are down

by Jamie Seibel    Notice the untouched stone along a twilight shore.    How its winding path leads to non-human tracks.    We must recall t...

by Ceri Marriott To eat or not to eat, That is the question.  No, to heat or not to heat, That is the question. Or rather, to eat or to heat...

by Darrell Petska That venerable philharmonic fading forever into darkness— nightingale’s flute thrush’s piccolo quail’s oboe So long their ...

by Gerry Sloan The waitress brings our beer. It shimmies in the glasses because one table leg is shorter than the others. The waitress makes...

by Rachel Loughlin My daughter is reinventing herself In quarantine She's chosen a new name New hair Is sewing new clothes From old curt...

by Joe Cottonwood   called a Hunter’s Moon  I never saw rising because  I live in a valley covered in fog among redwood trees.   Each night ...

 by Jamie Seibel   The shore is an old man  of sand wrinkles  and folds. A paper crane,   flies north  as I pick up the bone of a fish, hopi...

by Maria DePaul Overdue rain Rivulets hit dust Valley’s flash flood 

by Chen-ou Liu horns and tire screeches  another sunrise blackening with wildfires 

by Nancy Scott McBride false dawn - early birds whisper in the mock-orange bushes

by Kathryn Holeton   Loud crashes echo, a tornado siren wails, cellar doors slam shut.

by Simon Christiansen The penguin but your shadow on the wall Your egg lies crushed beneath a human boot The world without your presence has...

by Mona Bedi billowy clouds  a red kite struggles to stay afloat 

by Douglas J. Lanzo breathlessly close mountain peak stars fingertips off summit

by Herb Tate   overshadowing  bright moon  shadows 

 by Alexandria Lacayo   The rake rakes amid the strain of the back metal fingers searching aimlessly, exposing. Splinters spawn secretly ben...

by petro c.k. harvest moon the foodbank line a bit longer