Thomas Wiloch Haiku 1994

December 18, 2018 § Leave a comment

 

soft sun

drops a

trail of eyes

 

(lightning twist)

 

 

 

Thomas Wiloch Haiku 1994

December 17, 2018 § Leave a comment

 

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

http://www.ornithopterpress.com/

 

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 ≥

 

 

untitled

August 30, 2015 § Leave a comment

the crow gives away all his buttons

 

 

 

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