Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Michelle Angelini

STRIATED SHADOWS

The setting sun illuminates
unclothed branches
stretching them across
a white landscape
where only a camera’s eye
captures

striated shadows
of virgin snow
before anyone
upsets the smooth land
forming snow angels

For now the tree break’s
silence is a peaceful harmony
An unspoken landscape
Jeffry Jensen

BOATING WITH A BUTCHER

We counted by the leaf, by the
fingernail dug into the desert.
It was ours by default, it was
our green oasis with folding chairs.
No one saw the tinfoil swan take a
dive, it was up to me to tie the
cartilage to the bridge that spanned
the endless flow of a gardener’s grit.
The water fooled us all by cracking
the bodies down to their knuckles,
by breaking the backs like a butcher.
Joanne Merriam

THE HUM OF MOSQUITOES

The trees'
heady secrets --
their sun-worn semaphore,
green encyclopedic knowledge --
endure.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Maja Trochimczyk

THE CAMELLIA

An invalid,
crippled by its lack
of fragrance,
the camellia
overcompensates
by the size
of its blossoms,
by the symmetry
of petals, arranged
into layered
ballerina skirts
around the heart
of yellow stamen.

The flowers' abundance
changes lush camellia forest
into a winter symphony
in pinks and greens,
fading into still browns
of the earth, with each
fallen bloom, lost petal.