CAConrad ant ant ant ant ant #3

March 24, 2019 § Leave a comment

 

“there’s a small bird

I want to save” Frank says

 

“but it’s the size

of my heart

and I know

futility when

I see it”

 

 

1996

 

 

 

PAUL M. ant ant ant ant ant seven

March 16, 2016 § 2 Comments

A FAVORABLE EXCHANGE RATE

 

fast river
white seeds
cross without me

 

chance of showers
a frayed rope
linking the mules

 

redwood stumps
some color
left in the sky

 

winter pruning
she changes
away from the window

 

snow outside
everyone else rises
to receive the host

 

hard winter ground
we argue about
the constellations

 

this year’s paintbrush
a path between
granite moraines

 

meeting the neighbors
the shapes of things
hidden by snow

 

warring countries
separated
in the botanical garden

 

spring buds
the creek over boulders
of every size

 

snow-capped peaks
loom across the border
a favorable exchange rate

 

seventh full moon
men at the bar
watching the door

 

string from
a pigeon’s foot
March wind

 

talk of rain
I find myself
in the old neighborhood

 

first sunburn
an ant
on the lily arrangement

 

returning warmth
the first bird
into the house

 

war in the news
new leaves on a tree
my grandfather planted

 

summer dusk
the awkwardness
of a first guest

 

manzanita lanterns
a whole day
for idleness

 

distant thunder
the pigeon coop
ajar

 

flowering maple
the gait of horses
after a long winter

 

rustling grass
bundle of letters
from an old lover

 

earthquake weather
the pliant body
of a sea cucumber

 

heat wave
I count
the remaining eggs

 

red maple leaves
a mosquito bite
scratched open

 

winter nears
a beach full of shells
no two the same

 

crescent moon
a homeless man
asks about Bob

 

chill in the air
fire-blackened needles
still on the pine

 

winter night
a hard crumb
under the sheet

 

even after a snowfall
a gap in the wall
from a missing stone

 

 

 

ROBERT CREELEY ant ant ant ant ant one

June 13, 2014 § Leave a comment

 

FOR

 

Forget it,

man. It’s

over.

 

WHO KNOWS

 

Reading requests

for work’s

like working?

 

WHO

 

Underneath

there’s

more.

 

 

BILL DIMICHELE ant ant ant ant ant four

June 12, 2014 § Leave a comment

 

climb down the ladder

many times more ladylike

terminus of light

 

 

one little nail-hole

is treasured as the gateway

its mystery breath

 

 

fallen from the trees

and into her red mitten

the visiting moon

 

 

returns the moonlight

half-lion and half-pharaoh

mingles with the guests

 

 

heart beating so fast

and under my fingernails

acorns and oak trees

 

 

sarcophagus lid

sinks low above the treetops

wash it down with beer

 

 

GARY HOTHAM ant ant ant ant ant 1994-1999

June 9, 2014 § Leave a comment

 

on the bus tour

the darkness of the tunnel

on everyone’s face

 

 

in the desk drawer

papers that were hers

every day

 

 

the trees bend

a wind we can’t get

by

 

 

tall grass

in the tall grass

a while to listen

 

 

down the hall voices

the soft click

as the door shuts us in

 

 

around our feet

water on its way

to more water

 

 

the rain not holding on

to anything my father turns

66

 

 

home late

the darkness the stars

are in

 

 

on the rocks around us

water splashed

out of the ocean

 

 

snow flakes

no one will miss

melt in her hand

 

 

a few feet

from our feet

the ocean bottom starts

 

 

only the sound

of their car

comes back

 

 

 

JOHN M. BENNETT ant ant ant ant ant four

June 8, 2014 § Leave a comment

 

sigh    lens    hair

 

(retentions)

 

 

 

hand around you faceless

 

daughter   blue pond and

 

 

 

heaving

other clouds

 

“my name”

 

 

 

MICHAEL DYLAN WELCH ant ant ant ant ant 1995-1999

June 4, 2014 § 1 Comment

 

autumn rain

a leaf eddies

in the stream

 

 

bouncing on the grass

the whiteness

of hailstones

 

 

high tide

beach willow leaves

mingle with kelp

 

 

on the drive

there and back

a pine needle in the wiper

 

 

french graffiti   I drop a coin in the phone booth

 

 

overdue   my dead neighbor’s library book

 

 

 

 

 

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