HAIKU IN ENGLISH: THE FIRST HUNDRED YEARS ant ant ant ant ant
January 30, 2014 § 1 Comment
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the cloud-edge on the horizon deer head in the freezer
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Jon Cone
Issue Six
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where the lines end and the absence begins an architecture or so
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Chris Gordon
Issue Five
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clear winter sky over the radio the first bombs
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Dorothy Howard
Issue Four
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whittling
till there’s nothing left
of the light
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Jim Kacian
Issue Five
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your hair drawn back
the sharp taste of radishes
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M. Kettner
Issue Five
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meadow speaking the language she dreams in
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Scott Metz
Issue Nine
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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.
VARIOUS ARTISTS ant ant ant ant ant four
January 15, 2012 § 1 Comment
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pagan tulip crescent often spot remove meadow
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Michael Basinski
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racked up in splendid blood
bones of the ryeman
in the thin wings of grass
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Guy R. Beining
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sigh lens hair
(retensions)
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hand around you faceless
daughter blue pond and
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heaving
other clouds
“my name”
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John M. Bennett
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molding oranges
numbers radiate from
a digital clock
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Jason Sanford Brown
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One little nail-hole
treasured as the gateway
its mystery breath
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Bill DiMichele
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waiting for her to stick her tongue in my mouth an autumn sunburn
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Chris Gordon
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most of beauty is iceburgs
the topic crowds with horror
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late patterns of thought
media pretends
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Crag Hill
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clear winter day
over the radio
the first bombs
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Dorothy Howard
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3am
divining god’s law
from raw onions
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gazing on
her sleeping back
sounds of rain
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Jim Kacian
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cattle sleeping
moonlight on their backs
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a cold scream
narrowly occult
ridge draped in dusk
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M. Kettner
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spitting lit matches
into gasolined brambles
shave till opening
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Buspar plural plural
speaking Farsi backwards
on the phone
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Xie Kitchin
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long-lit afternoon
a cut
unhealed
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ai li
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road salt
tumbling in the vacuum of
an ambulance
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Shawn Lindsay
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forked lightening
out over the ocean
her warm fingers
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evening breeze
a white moth floating
in the dishwater
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pear slice falling
to the kitchen floor
pale moonlight
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Paul M.
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dark
the TV ignores
everything
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John Stevenson
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on the drive
there and back
a pine needle in the wiper
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French graffiti I drop a coin in the phone booth
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overdue my dead neighbor’s library book
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Michael Dylan Welch
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CHRIS GORDON raw nervz haiku
April 27, 2011 § Leave a comment
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in the headlights new slats on the fence your mole occluded
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covering the freeway a truck load of pumpkins magpie is a crow
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after plucking hairs from my ear the tea tastes different
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sweat from the questionable meat the monster saves the day
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apparently she decided against underwear the figs gone bad
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an unfamiliar taste to your finger what happens to the crickets
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the next day you remember Buzz Aldrin the pool closed for repairs
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in the shower I make the water hotter and notice the fly
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slow becomes owls wind a mystery with zippers
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she’s kicked me out at the fountain they discuss local politics
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after we’ve met my wife introduces us
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on a seat at the bus station torn panties some old pills
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I don’t feel the fly on my thumb sequel dubbed in English
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a misprint in her body language tear open the air to black seeds
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pale skin where the strap rested dishes drift in the sink
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trying to avoid you I run into you even more
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newspaper machines stuffed with clothing the parking lot a pond
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it hovers then flies back at me what I spit out
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objects fall the definition of silver wavers slightly
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twisting in a swing she talks on the phone about her butt
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Raw Nervz Haiku X:2
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