Plum Tree Tavern

 by Ingrid Bruck in the woods  the robin's song  cocooning dawn on the shore  a seagull’s silence wrapping sunrise early evening  egrets...

by Maureen Teresa McCarthy   Light shimmers Shadows flare  Ghostly ribbons Beyond my window             Crows                               ...

by Chen-ou Liu shelter entrance under the snow moon shards of glass glinting

 by Ingrid Bruck Cloud Dragon, you wake devils and bring doom. “Rita Hayworth was taped to the bomb that fell on Hiroshima.” Big Boy never a...

by Chris Butler   In metal stealth birds, invisible to radar, sonar and the naked eye, unidentified flying objects traveling at supersonic s...

by Royal Rhodes at first light on top of the snowbank a black feather

by Sarah das Gupta silver birch bends wren hops over deep drifts

by Mona Bedi calm sea-- a cormorant lazily dries its wings

by Meg Freer   The usual dawn praise of life dances at the horizon above the valley. A saline seep flows down the hillside into the brine sp...

 

by Bri Bruce cows out to pasture dawn frost

by Farah Ali broken ice floating downriver… letting go

by C.X. Turner the slow slide across a frozen river blues guitar

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 ...