September 30, 2015 § Leave a comment

Exciting links you may not be aware of:


Black Fox Studios – Mixed Media Virtual Gallery


It’s Everywhere There’s Nothing To Say – Mr. Gordon’s Prose Poems


The Pharmakon Times – Apocryphal Fragments and Dirty Haiku


EVE LUCKRING ant ant ant ant ant xiii

September 24, 2015 § Leave a comment

from Fifty-Three Divided by Seven or Eight


a zero sum coyote, probable rain ≥ attitude + eucalyptus


‹ itch relief. scavenging ≥ a candybar wrapper in scat


› a stranger blowing me kisses ≤ a stone’s hold


› unsystematically fluttering blackbirds but they’re not


› uninvited. a wasp lays eggs


close-captioned women who set themselves on fire


≥ a behavioral problem in the bathroom ≤ anti-


≥ a glance back ‹ their full upright and locked positions


≥ loosened for the ride › peaked. a heart with wings


dusk fallen down on her luck bags inside bags inside bags ≥



MARTIN LUCAS A Guide To Haiku For The 21st Century

September 4, 2015 § Leave a comment



the dawn comes

blue gray and quiet

after the thunder


swifts scream

along the high street

traffic crawls


facing the rain

on an upturned boat

a heron hunched




splits from the thistle



the color of the cornflowers



a slice of melon

thrown away

the end of summer


a cold room

the shape of the last guest

in the empty chair





August 30, 2015 § Leave a comment

the crow gives away all his buttons





August 27, 2015 § Leave a comment

she says it’s soil not dirt dirt is dead





August 11, 2015 § Leave a comment

on Pluto there are shapes we recognize




the doormouse

August 4, 2015 § Leave a comment

no, he said “keep your head,” not “feed your dead”




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