Gary Hotham Haiku 1995

September 30, 2018 § Leave a comment


on the rocks around us-

water splashing

out of the ocean






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.


Painting oneself daily.


Finding one’s fortune.

Men seeking women.

Outer space colonization.


Be a nuisance.

Forty years ago.


Light to darkness.




Secret documents.






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



in a bucket –

only its eyes


Window frost –


the Milky Way


Before we kiss

wrapping my gum

in a maple leaf


Moving day –


the bird house


“Follow your bliss”

I tell him

knowing I’m not it









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









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