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
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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.
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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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Sean Winchester
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