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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