Gary Hotham Haiku 1995
September 30, 2018 § Leave a comment
on the rocks around us-
water splashing
out of the ocean
4/03/95
Jon Cone Haiku 2005
September 26, 2018 § Leave a comment
The wasp you don’t really like begins a new nest
Spring 2005
Richard Kostelanetz from Minimal Fictions XIX
September 24, 2018 § Leave a comment
A lottery
Irregular quivering
Happy new life.
Passing through here.
Everything.
Painting oneself daily.
Sanctuary.
Finding one’s fortune.
Men seeking women.
Outer space colonization.
Farce.
Be a nuisance.
Forty years ago.
Endangering.
Light to darkness.
Crippling.
Incomprehensibility.
Splice.
Secret documents.
1995
Jason Sanford Brown Haiku 1995
September 23, 2018 § Leave a comment
summer trees
bent down in supplication
afternoon rainfall
Jon Cone Haiku 2005
September 21, 2018 § Leave a comment
I want to do it now old door doesn’t close right
Three pennies in a urinal full-moon tonight
Before the universe not nothing to piss you off
Spring 2005
Jon Cone Haiku 2005
September 20, 2018 § Leave a comment
Sparrows outside my window monster at his desk
Spring 2005
John Stevenson Haiku 1995
September 20, 2018 § Leave a comment
college town –
the same intersection
twenty years later
another driver
singing along
with my station
bent over
nearly to the ground
“No Stopping” sign
August 21, 1995
Alexis K. Rotella Haiku 1995
September 19, 2018 § Leave a comment
Bullfrog
in a bucket –
only its eyes
Window frost –
scraping
the Milky Way
Before we kiss
wrapping my gum
in a maple leaf
Moving day –
leaving
the bird house
“Follow your bliss”
I tell him
knowing I’m not it
1995
Anthony J. Pupello on Marlene Mountain
September 18, 2018 § Leave a comment
I had the opportunity to meet Marlene Mountain at a group show she was participating in at New York University. She was really something special. At first, I think I puzzled her. But when she recognized my name, it was as though we were old friends. Her pieces were something else as well. What was astounding was that Grey Art Gallery is so staid and Marlene and her work are certainly not. I was sort of surprised she showed there – but very happy as it gave me a chance to meet her. When I asked if she would be speaking the next day, she said “they wouldn’t let me speak – they’d tie me up!”
June 2, 1995
Lee Gurga Haiku 2003
September 11, 2018 § Leave a comment
moonlight lights blazing in the empty train cars
winding a bobbin the color of her husband’s thread
after church a butterfly explodes on the windshield
6/10/03
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