Ant 2020
August 13, 2020 § 1 Comment
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we conquer we leave no taxing tranquility
Helen Buckingham
Far from home
the young boatman has a seizure
in your warm hands
Jon Cone
reversed crimson deference for the heretofore
Grix
spring afternoon –
the Pacific Ocean
in my mouth
Nicholas Klacsanzky
admiring the naked lily jackass
Lori A Minor
kill all pandas spring morning
Michael O’Brien
the night she collects seeds into the future
Rich Schilling
from the fringes of white ribbon a story
Shloka Shankar
godless month
is there a place for me
in “James and the Giant Peach?”
Orrin Tyrell
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Ant 2020
July 1, 2020 § 1 Comment
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tremor in the doctor’s call hardening my song
Helen Buckingham
There are twenty-two kinds of sweater
in case the interrogator asks
Jon Cone
the dance of metallic pigeons contrary to the opal
Grix
early spring
dog hair
in my rice
Nicholas Klacsanzky
someone else’s pebble in my shoe
Lori A Minor
impending war
you feed the cat
a little salami
Michael O’Brien
becoming mirrors all the dead clouds
Rich Schilling
in your footsteps the alphabet of dust
Shloka Shankar
night time heat –
flag decal
on his breast pocket
Orrin Tyrell
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Scott Metz Haiku 2015
June 30, 2020 § Leave a comment
no, not plastic
feathers the opposite
of feathers
Scott Metz Haiku 2015
June 29, 2020 § Leave a comment
her long conversation with the moon ends with funny
Scott Metz Haiku 2015
June 28, 2020 § Leave a comment
waters the stone waters the butterfly waters the water
Scott Metz Haiku 2015
June 27, 2020 § Leave a comment
elk carcass plans carved into the bones of next year
Scott Metz Haiku 2015
June 26, 2020 § Leave a comment
fogline cloudline blur into one another data breach
