Monday, 26 February 2007

Trees of Life by Laurence Overmire

is a seed
when well-planted

Brings forth the rarest fruit
of red revelation
and tart understanding.

Laurence Overmire, OR, USA

Saturday, 24 February 2007

In Full Bloom by Sandy Sue Benitez

He told me
I was a calla in full bloom
trapped inside a paper vase.

I wasn't sure what to say

so I smiled politely
and walked away. Towards the lilacs.

They offered me water
for parched eyes.

I was home now

but the walls needed to be scrubbed.
The rudeness of time
had changed them from purple
to grey.

And he was a thorn I would pull

when the pain was gone
leaving me numb
from the heart down.

Sandy Hiss, Wyoming, USA

Tuesday, 20 February 2007

Two haiku by Christine Bruness

Stormy evening
lighting a dozen candles
for an ancient flame.

watching the candle
struggle against the draft...
suddenly darkness

Christine Bruness, New Jersey, USA

Sunday, 18 February 2007

Remains of the Day by Pete Lee

I lit a candle,
knelt before it,

left it burning
like hope...

returned at the
end of the day

to the ashes
of my house.

Pete Lee, California, USA

Sunday, 11 February 2007

Our Time by Kirsten Anderson

The guide led us down the narrow lane
Of cobblestones sharp and uneven.

We emerged in the ancestral courtyard
Where under the diffuse northern light,

A verdigris-covered sundial foretold
The hour of our deaths.

Kirsten Anderson, California, USA

Sunday, 4 February 2007

haiku by Pete Lee

air show: a baby
carriage parked on the tarmac,
next to the bomber

Pete Lee, California, USA