Thomas Wiloch Haiku 1994
December 18, 2018 § Leave a comment
soft sun
drops a
trail of eyes
(lightning twist)
Thomas Wiloch Haiku 1994
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sway
the burned
mermaid
(circle of tombs)
Thomas Wiloch Haiku 1994
December 16, 2018 § Leave a comment
puzzle
of the suicide
sanctum
(nest of stones)
Thomas Wiloch Haiku 1994
December 14, 2018 § Leave a comment
glass bird
tips
the finger path
(imaginary predator)
Marlene Mountain Haiku 1994
December 9, 2018 § Leave a comment
well there goes the year of the woman whatever that meant
are you or have you ever been
money belt but heck no money and too much waist
neglected the birds neglected
the haiku spirit snarls through his narrow-minded lips
his dead-beat dad now dead
none of the horses in the western poops
spring’s cum
are you who you eat
it didn’t mean anything he says about the other woman
can’t we all just get along can’t we all just write our own
she speaks of her pain all of the windows up
Anthony J. Pupello on Marlene Mountain
September 18, 2018 § Leave a comment
I had the opportunity to meet Marlene Mountain at a group show she was participating in at New York University. She was really something special. At first, I think I puzzled her. But when she recognized my name, it was as though we were old friends. Her pieces were something else as well. What was astounding was that Grey Art Gallery is so staid and Marlene and her work are certainly not. I was sort of surprised she showed there – but very happy as it gave me a chance to meet her. When I asked if she would be speaking the next day, she said “they wouldn’t let me speak – they’d tie me up!”
June 2, 1995
PETER YOVU from Imago
April 27, 2016 § Leave a comment
For Beauty I Wept Butterfly Pins
a small bird’s
thud against the glass
my house
closing in
spiraling
into an ear’s
galaxy
the wren’s inch
grackles gather
the enamel sound their beaks make
in my mouth
in a cave
the remains
of tiny toads
the little bones
in my ears
ring
jagged sky
above the canyon
a crack in the egg
the sky’s blue gong an orange in my hand
Ornithopter Press 2016
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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
EVE LUCKRING ant ant ant ant ant xiii
September 24, 2015 § Leave a comment
from Fifty-Three Divided by Seven or Eight
a zero sum coyote, probable rain ≥ attitude + eucalyptus
‹ itch relief. scavenging ≥ a candybar wrapper in scat
› a stranger blowing me kisses ≤ a stone’s hold
› unsystematically fluttering blackbirds but they’re not
› uninvited. a wasp lays eggs
close-captioned women who set themselves on fire
≥ a behavioral problem in the bathroom ≤ anti-
≥ a glance back ‹ their full upright and locked positions
≥ loosened for the ride › peaked. a heart with wings
dusk fallen down on her luck bags inside bags inside bags ≥