WILLIAM M. RAMSEY ant ant ant ant ant 1995-1999

October 30, 2013 § Leave a comment

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under your cheekbone

the mole drinks in blackness

from night’s caress

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sunrise –

through blue parting blouse

your breast peeping

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pebble splash –

all i hurl

sinks

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the shovel upright –

putting my dog

in the hole

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i flop onto

her dress on the bed

it is receptive

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a minuscule bug

here /

kept that line short

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this stupid war

feeling murderous hate

picking peaches

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JIM KACIAN ant ant ant ant ant 1995-1999

October 28, 2013 § Leave a comment

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stars

whorling

drainwater

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retained from childhood

nothing much of importance

two horse-chestnuts

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driving into

the purple mountains

till they brown

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hearing a car

that never comes

high pine wind

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roar of wind

her measured breathing

in the lulls

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burning incense at dusk

a blue haze

on the pines

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something foul

in the smell of smoke

last year’s leaves

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MARLENE MOUNTAIN ant ant ant ant ant three

October 22, 2013 § Leave a comment

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whether weather

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spring evening the poem rings in my ears unwritten

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summer dusk a poem gets as far as my throat

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autumn afternoon no poem to send with the letter

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winter morning perhaps a poem with no content

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now/here

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now/here too much nature i go no/where

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poor a career

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don’t know and if i did i’ve forgotten

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earth worm earthworm

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GUY R. BEINING ant ant ant ant ant three

October 20, 2013 § Leave a comment

dangling with weeds

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water as preface,

water-logged theme

STUCK to pages.

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paint bone   an EARth

shade & tie

pulley to ribcage.

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dark clouds merge

w/ribs of mt.;

a LUNG collapses.

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white, WHITE

butterFLY,

bLINKing light.

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isle led thru

pebbLED shoulders of

her 2 shores.

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a paper thin

sMILE passes

porcelain knobs.

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VII

her flesh buds out

from rosy stockings

PULLED DOWN.

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VIII

too soon

the morBID dance

takes hold.

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pluralness into

purpleness, twi-

light sinking.

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a snake t h r u stake

tips

a dead leaf.

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go with blow-

fish & bub-

bled up sand.

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agent orange

over Hanoi, red

pockets under love canal.

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voo-doo, 2 wooden

pegs, her legs   rub-

bed f i r e.

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SAM SAVAGE ant ant ant ant ant 1995

October 15, 2013 § Leave a comment

from Eighteen kinds of loneliness

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EIGHT

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Going after waving to someone there’s my back

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NINE

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Evening down a road where a car has gone

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TWELVE

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A small window filled with seasounds it lightens

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SEVENTEEN

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Rain on a sharp field of stones

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EIGHTEEN

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With a raincoat and umbrella I go to hear someone sing

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YUGEN PRESS (McCLELLANVILLE 1995)

 

ant ant ant ant ant four

July 15, 2013 § Leave a comment

“In many ways the culmination of my original vision for the journal.”

ai li, Ronald Baatz, Peter Bakowski, Michael Basinski, Guy R. Beining, Ed Bennett, John M. Bennett, Ernest J. Berry, Diane Borsenik, Jason Sanford Brown, Tom Clausen, MTC Cronin, Bill DiMichele, A. di Michele, Dennis H. Dutton, John Elsberg, Crag Hill, Gary Hotham, Dorothy Howard, Jim Kacian, W. B. Keckler, M. Kettner, Jim Leftwitch, Shawn Lindsay, Paul Long, paul m., Robert Major, Errol Miller, Sheila E. Murphy, Dan Nielsen, Jim Normington, Simon Perchik, Anthony J. Pupello, George Ralph, William Ramsey, Dennis Saleh, Hiroaki Sato, Sam Savage, Caroline Steinhoff Smith, John Stevenson, Michael Dylan Welch, Arizona Zipper.

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ant ant ant ant ant xiii

July 8, 2013 § Leave a comment

Facsimile of ant ant ant ant ant issue xiii featuring work by Eve Luckring. Inquiries about reprints to mrcr3w@yahoo.com.

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ant ant ant ant ant five

July 7, 2013 § Leave a comment

Now available for the first time here the complete facsimile of the Spring 2002 issue of ant ant ant ant ant. Hiroaki Sato translates selections from Tomizawa Kakio’s Wolf in Heaven. D.A. Levy’s Secret Garden Mix. Samples from M. Kettner’s  Full Penny Jar. Jim Kacian’s The Slate Step Brightens. She Rouses Briefly And Says Dragonfly by Chris Gordon. All original design elements included:

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JACK GALMITZ ant ant ant ant ant 12

April 30, 2013 § Leave a comment

THE COINCIDENCE OF STARS

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Home an acorn on the floor
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Between the dust and the books a few deaths
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Amateur night

I sit on the stage

and imitate a stone

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In the crowd

I multiply

and divide

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Snowdrifts

The morning moon

is a fist

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Morning boiling milk overflowed
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A field of new grass so soft I hold my wake here
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Coins in my pocket

Watching seals

swim in circles

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The sky has cleared-

daily a darkness

spreads within me

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At the zoo

I describe to the monkies

the sky’s many blues

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Male parts and female parts am I a flower

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Where I’ve been I cannot say I’m him

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A chick

cracks open its shell-

the world rushes in

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Those clouds

War horses

at their hour

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Winter night

two men pass

without a sound

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The son of man returns fruit carts stacked

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Space junk who’s going to clean it up

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cars pass melting

in an empty wine bottle

a man’s reflections

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along the shore

a row of girls

all in white clothes

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Let’s find a shell

strip it

and make a bed

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We live in the dark the coincidence of stars

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traces of snow facing the morning moon

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She always remains

a step ahead

the marshlands of myself

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My face

was her face

in the beginning…

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Quattro cento face

the body a serpent

laying eggs

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oak leaves in the wind talking again

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gray matter, leaves, swept in a corner

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I cannot decide

which one I’d choose-

Caryatides

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Walking down the stairs

her bodies stir the sun

to be aware

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A prostitute

serves an acquaintance tea-

Sunday

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VARIOUS ARTISTS ant ant ant ant ant three

July 11, 2012 § 1 Comment

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under butternut tree

ears of leaves

fondle light

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Guy R. Beining

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for a while

I look at my bike

without me

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the way

they fit

in her hand

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all of a sudden

the t.v.

doesn’t work

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Tom Clausen

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skidding petal bruises

on the concrete

rain like butter

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small creases in

your information filled with

anxious juices

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A. Daigu

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a few feet

from our feet

the ocean bottom starts

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snow flakes

no one will miss

melt in her hand

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Gary Hotham

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hairs

the many ants

amidst the grass

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hearing a car

that never comes

high pine wind

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Jim Kacian

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stray dog   window reflecting blue sky

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boldly staccato

fissures singing along

maps set aside

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city limits   bulrushes

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year of the pancreas

sandwich for dessert

theater seats upside-down

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M. Kettner

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my dealer says he’s

worried about me gives me

extra for free

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Xie Kitchin

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invited to feel

the stubble on her legs

autumn rain

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Shawn Lindsay

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pebble splash

all I hurl

sinks

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William M. Ramsey

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white blossoms

a fly brings their

beauty to me

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Edward J. Reilly

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In the phone booth

a little girl

talks to God.

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A man asks directions

hand over

his mouth.

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Alexis K. Rotella

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Thesaurus of whites

Moth of months circling itself

Idiot savant

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Dennis Saleh

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Wakened by someone scratching at the window it’s the rain again

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Hot night   a yellow-toothed moon gnaws at the screens

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Turning on the light I become someone alone in a house

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Sam Savage

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the Loki seed

pushed down in the grey folds

until you laugh

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