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Thursday, July 31, 2008

rising heat fish hug the bottom

w. f. owen

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

red dragonfly its large head reflects the sun

w. f. owen

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

coming home the hummingbird greets my red shirt

w. f. owen

Monday, July 28, 2008

of all the stalks the dragonfly lands on the dead one

w. f. owen

Sunday, July 27, 2008

humid stillness the ball where I left it

w. f. owen

Friday, July 25, 2008

the calm of adult swim

w. f. owen

Thursday, July 24, 2008

river tales the fish measured on his arm

w. f. owen

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

haibun by ed markowski

repast

the eatery was located in the mansion of a
lumber baron who built his palace from
pink jasper in 1874 with the labor of
men whose presence he'd have
never tolerated at his back
door let alone his dinner
table.

every restaurant reviewer in the city
afforded treasure's wine list,
cuisine, ambiance &
service five stars.

her lobster stuffed salmon was charred
& dry, my venison medallions with
juniper sauce bled across the
bone china plate despite
my perfectly clear request
of medium well.


anniversary day
scrubbing the dirt
from last year's potatoes

~ ed markowski
drought puddles under the swim team

w. f. owen

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

tilling the soil the thunderheads roll in

w. f. owen

Monday, July 21, 2008

down the corn row water seeks its level

w. f. owen

Sunday, July 20, 2008

before sunrise the flea market tent goes up

w. f. owen

Saturday, July 19, 2008

the touch touch of the dragonfly on the pool

w. f. owen

Friday, July 18, 2008

summer night two boys under the streetlight

w. f. owen

Thursday, July 17, 2008

the long shadow of the windfall apple

w. f. owen

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

drying paint my son and I discuss his past

w. f. owen

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

summer dusk a white sheen on the wine grapes

w. f. owen

Monday, July 14, 2008

midday heat we sit in the shade before heading back

w. f. owen

Sunday, July 13, 2008

ginger root the chef's fat fingers

w. f. owen

Saturday, July 12, 2008

hot morning the scrape of the worker's spade

w. f. owen

Friday, July 11, 2008

the heat wave eases the weeds have not

w. f. owen

Thursday, July 10, 2008

drought sweat beads on his upper lip

w. f. owen

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

faded beach towel thoughts of that summer love

w. f. owen

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

under a big hat she picks strawberries

w. f. owen

Monday, July 7, 2008

flesh clings to the peach pit moon shadows

w. f. owen

Sunday, July 6, 2008

first light summer finds a crack in the blinds

w. f. owen

Saturday, July 5, 2008

5th of July the smashed whiskey bottle

w. f. owen

Friday, July 4, 2008

Independence Day poems by ed markowski

fireworks uncle mack mutters tet

july 4th every flag sewn in china

flyball
flashing white to blue to red
the northern lights

independence day
the sound of flags fluttering
at Arlington

bottle rockets
memories arise
in technicolor

independence day
the dulled point of father's
foxhole shovel

ed markowski
Independence Day sand stripes from the creek flood

~~~~~

before the fireworks a parent flares

w. f. owen

(see ed markowski's poem in the comments
last post)

Thursday, July 3, 2008

melted ice cream on the sidewalk summer malaise

w. f. owen

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

watering tomatoes a soft sun rises

w. f. owen