JIM KACIAN ant ant ant ant ant 1995-1999
October 28, 2013 § Leave a comment
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stars
whorling
drainwater
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retained from childhood
nothing much of importance
two horse-chestnuts
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driving into
the purple mountains
till they brown
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hearing a car
that never comes
high pine wind
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roar of wind
her measured breathing
in the lulls
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burning incense at dusk
a blue haze
on the pines
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something foul
in the smell of smoke
last year’s leaves
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MARLENE MOUNTAIN ant ant ant ant ant three
October 22, 2013 § Leave a comment
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whether weather
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spring evening the poem rings in my ears unwritten
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summer dusk a poem gets as far as my throat
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autumn afternoon no poem to send with the letter
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winter morning perhaps a poem with no content
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now/here
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now/here too much nature i go no/where
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poor a career
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don’t know and if i did i’ve forgotten
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earth worm earthworm
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GUY R. BEINING ant ant ant ant ant three
October 20, 2013 § Leave a comment
dangling with weeds
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water as preface,
water-logged theme
STUCK to pages.
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paint bone an EARth
shade & tie
pulley to ribcage.
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dark clouds merge
w/ribs of mt.;
a LUNG collapses.
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white, WHITE
butterFLY,
bLINKing light.
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isle led thru
pebbLED shoulders of
her 2 shores.
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a paper thin
sMILE passes
porcelain knobs.
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her flesh buds out
from rosy stockings
PULLED DOWN.
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too soon
the morBID dance
takes hold.
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pluralness into
purpleness, twi-
light sinking.
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a snake t h r u stake
tips
a dead leaf.
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go with blow-
fish & bub-
bled up sand.
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agent orange
over Hanoi, red
pockets under love canal.
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voo-doo, 2 wooden
pegs, her legs rub-
bed f i r e.
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SAM SAVAGE ant ant ant ant ant 1995
October 15, 2013 § Leave a comment
from Eighteen kinds of loneliness
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Going after waving to someone there’s my back
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NINE
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Evening down a road where a car has gone
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TWELVE
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A small window filled with seasounds it lightens
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SEVENTEEN
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Rain on a sharp field of stones
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EIGHTEEN
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With a raincoat and umbrella I go to hear someone sing
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YUGEN PRESS (McCLELLANVILLE 1995)
CHRIS GORDON Northwest Review Vol. 42 #1 (2004)
July 31, 2013 § Leave a comment
TEN HAIKU
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by streetlight ants crawl out of the slot in the meter
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in the blue of his eye some wires and behind them clouds
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covered in graffiti the train car passes quickly through town
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the faint shadows on the paper made by creases in the paper
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all the color has settled to the bottom of the bowl
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cold spring rain snail in its beak the crow blinks
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a bead bounces on the linoleum she said it wouldn’t hurt
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crushed by a tire the yellow pencil fans out from its metal end
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briefly green from the copier two faces speaking to each other
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rain dripping from a light bulb a car backfires
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ant ant ant ant ant xiii
July 8, 2013 § Leave a comment
Facsimile of ant ant ant ant ant issue xiii featuring work by Eve Luckring. Inquiries about reprints to mrcr3w@yahoo.com.
ant ant ant ant ant five
July 7, 2013 § Leave a comment
Now available for the first time here the complete facsimile of the Spring 2002 issue of ant ant ant ant ant. Hiroaki Sato translates selections from Tomizawa Kakio’s Wolf in Heaven. D.A. Levy’s Secret Garden Mix. Samples from M. Kettner’s Full Penny Jar. Jim Kacian’s The Slate Step Brightens. She Rouses Briefly And Says Dragonfly by Chris Gordon. All original design elements included:
CROW HAIKU
May 28, 2013 § 1 Comment
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with nowhere to go the crow goes
faking it so long what’s real to the crow
wasn’t a raven only a crow
paces when he should fly the crow
the crow’s cock his asshole they’re the same
stubbed your toe don’t you know the crow
the crow of beautiful filth he’s the king
peeling away the edges he winks the crow
the fox has a tattoo you know it’s the crow
killed his friends to get to your bed the crow
left his home to get to your bed the crow
the crow don’t believe a word he’s said
even in the movies the crow’s really dead
lies when he tells the truth the crow
tells the truth when he lies the crow
the crow the crow the crow oh no it’s the crow
his kitchen dirty his bathroom clean the crow
it’s not his fault it’s yours the crow
fountains in the gutter the crow is good to go
made a mistake can’t say no the crow
what your ass means to the crow you’ll never know
hey crow foxes some are smarter than others
what is real and what do you know ask the crow
he can’t stay away from witches the crow
your teacher that disappeared one day the crow
good with rhymes and taking flak the crow
getting low on what makes him go the crow
he cares he doesn’t care the crow he knows
his crazy shit real his real shit crazy the crow
the crow even Chris Gordon doesn’t really know
prefers tobacco to occasional snow the crow
has an invisible friend named Joe the crow
nothing in this message rhymes with crow
the crow he’s visible but blind in the snow
to the crow she says you don’t even know
yokes and fetters baubles to the crow
he’ll live the crow at least one more day
to stay alive his script full of jive the crow
the crow he’s hoping for two seventy five
you aren’t coming back too soon no the crow
what you both talked about I don’t know the crow
wants to go fast but always goes slow the crow
the crow the devil’s in the details you know
in your bed in the parking lot the crow
don’t know his filth is your joy the crow
underneath all the stupid joy is sorrow the crow
all it takes is one corner the crow
he’s got one more day than you the crow
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April 10, 2013
JACK GALMITZ ant ant ant ant ant 12
April 30, 2013 § Leave a comment
THE COINCIDENCE OF STARS
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Home an acorn on the floor
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Between the dust and the books a few deaths
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Amateur night
I sit on the stage
and imitate a stone
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In the crowd
I multiply
and divide
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Snowdrifts
The morning moon
is a fist
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Morning boiling milk overflowed
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A field of new grass so soft I hold my wake here
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Coins in my pocket
Watching seals
swim in circles
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The sky has cleared-
daily a darkness
spreads within me
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At the zoo
I describe to the monkies
the sky’s many blues
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Male parts and female parts am I a flower
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Where I’ve been I cannot say I’m him
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A chick
cracks open its shell-
the world rushes in
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Those clouds
War horses
at their hour
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Winter night
two men pass
without a sound
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The son of man returns fruit carts stacked
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Space junk who’s going to clean it up
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cars pass melting
in an empty wine bottle
a man’s reflections
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along the shore
a row of girls
all in white clothes
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Let’s find a shell
strip it
and make a bed
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We live in the dark the coincidence of stars
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traces of snow facing the morning moon
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She always remains
a step ahead
the marshlands of myself
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My face
was her face
in the beginning…
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Quattro cento face
the body a serpent
laying eggs
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oak leaves in the wind talking again
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gray matter, leaves, swept in a corner
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I cannot decide
which one I’d choose-
Caryatides
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Walking down the stairs
her bodies stir the sun
to be aware
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A prostitute
serves an acquaintance tea-
Sunday
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CROW HAIKU
April 5, 2013 § 1 Comment
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painted in a corner the crow licks the brushes
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the crow talks to ghosts with his hand in his pocket
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your daughter can pretend she doesn’t hear the crow
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no one knows where he sleeps the crow’s got no blanket
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after your war the crow sends a letter to his son
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you can kick him but you can’t kick the crow
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