WILLIAM M. RAMSEY ant ant ant ant ant 1995-1999

October 30, 2013 § Leave a comment

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under your cheekbone

the mole drinks in blackness

from night’s caress

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sunrise –

through blue parting blouse

your breast peeping

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pebble splash –

all i hurl

sinks

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the shovel upright –

putting my dog

in the hole

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i flop onto

her dress on the bed

it is receptive

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a minuscule bug

here /

kept that line short

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this stupid war

feeling murderous hate

picking peaches

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JIM KACIAN ant ant ant ant ant 1995-1999

October 28, 2013 § Leave a comment

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stars

whorling

drainwater

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retained from childhood

nothing much of importance

two horse-chestnuts

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driving into

the purple mountains

till they brown

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hearing a car

that never comes

high pine wind

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roar of wind

her measured breathing

in the lulls

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burning incense at dusk

a blue haze

on the pines

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something foul

in the smell of smoke

last year’s leaves

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MARLENE MOUNTAIN ant ant ant ant ant three

October 22, 2013 § Leave a comment

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whether weather

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spring evening the poem rings in my ears unwritten

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summer dusk a poem gets as far as my throat

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autumn afternoon no poem to send with the letter

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winter morning perhaps a poem with no content

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now/here

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now/here too much nature i go no/where

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poor a career

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don’t know and if i did i’ve forgotten

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earth worm earthworm

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GUY R. BEINING ant ant ant ant ant three

October 20, 2013 § Leave a comment

dangling with weeds

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water as preface,

water-logged theme

STUCK to pages.

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paint bone   an EARth

shade & tie

pulley to ribcage.

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dark clouds merge

w/ribs of mt.;

a LUNG collapses.

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white, WHITE

butterFLY,

bLINKing light.

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isle led thru

pebbLED shoulders of

her 2 shores.

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a paper thin

sMILE passes

porcelain knobs.

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her flesh buds out

from rosy stockings

PULLED DOWN.

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VIII

too soon

the morBID dance

takes hold.

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pluralness into

purpleness, twi-

light sinking.

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a snake t h r u stake

tips

a dead leaf.

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go with blow-

fish & bub-

bled up sand.

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agent orange

over Hanoi, red

pockets under love canal.

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voo-doo, 2 wooden

pegs, her legs   rub-

bed f i r e.

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CHRIS GORDON Haiku 21 an anthology of contemporary English-language haiku

October 16, 2013 § Leave a comment

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a love letter to the butterfly gods with strategic misspellings

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avoiding definitions we stroke the tender leaves of the maple

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later you realize it was actually a part of your own body

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where the lines end and the absence begins an architecture or so

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parked ahead of us someone watches the air a syrup

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the rain drips quickly on the white pavement lowfatdeathcamp

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Anorexia plus Silicon

June gets a bruise

then it starts to rain

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twilight those children shout the names of their dogs Freeway and Tequila

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spiders settling in where my habits where away the edges

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I meet the twin she

never mentioned the mist

lit briefly by the sun

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which part of me gets which part of you suddenly it’s spring

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dusk turns gray and

hazy and breaks off into

several angry girls

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leaf shadows on

the ground sway from

the secrets of war

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all the sticks

sharpened differently the moon

has stained your gloves

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she’s reaching for the red

chicken something passes

in front of the sun

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when the rain stops

you find me in the apple

packing my bags

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things I did with my hand show up as dead skin

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SAM SAVAGE ant ant ant ant ant 1995

October 15, 2013 § Leave a comment

from Eighteen kinds of loneliness

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EIGHT

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Going after waving to someone there’s my back

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NINE

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Evening down a road where a car has gone

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TWELVE

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A small window filled with seasounds it lightens

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SEVENTEEN

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Rain on a sharp field of stones

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EIGHTEEN

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With a raincoat and umbrella I go to hear someone sing

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YUGEN PRESS (McCLELLANVILLE 1995)

 

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