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”



