GARY HOTHAM ant ant ant ant ant 1994-1999

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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

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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

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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

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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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