HAIKU IN ENGLISH: THE FIRST HUNDRED YEARS ant ant ant ant ant
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the cloud-edge on the horizon deer head in the freezer
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Jon Cone
Issue Six
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where the lines end and the absence begins an architecture or so
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Chris Gordon
Issue Five
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clear winter sky over the radio the first bombs
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Dorothy Howard
Issue Four
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whittling
till there’s nothing left
of the light
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Jim Kacian
Issue Five
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your hair drawn back
the sharp taste of radishes
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M. Kettner
Issue Five
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meadow speaking the language she dreams in
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Scott Metz
Issue Nine
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JIM KACIAN ant ant ant ant ant 1995-1999
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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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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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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:
VARIOUS ARTISTS ant ant ant ant ant three
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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VARIOUS ARTISTS ant ant ant ant ant four
January 15, 2012 § 1 Comment
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pagan tulip crescent often spot remove meadow
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Michael Basinski
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racked up in splendid blood
bones of the ryeman
in the thin wings of grass
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Guy R. Beining
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sigh lens hair
(retensions)
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hand around you faceless
daughter blue pond and
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heaving
other clouds
“my name”
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John M. Bennett
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molding oranges
numbers radiate from
a digital clock
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Jason Sanford Brown
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One little nail-hole
treasured as the gateway
its mystery breath
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Bill DiMichele
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waiting for her to stick her tongue in my mouth an autumn sunburn
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Chris Gordon
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most of beauty is iceburgs
the topic crowds with horror
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late patterns of thought
media pretends
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Crag Hill
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clear winter day
over the radio
the first bombs
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Dorothy Howard
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3am
divining god’s law
from raw onions
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gazing on
her sleeping back
sounds of rain
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Jim Kacian
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cattle sleeping
moonlight on their backs
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a cold scream
narrowly occult
ridge draped in dusk
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M. Kettner
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spitting lit matches
into gasolined brambles
shave till opening
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Buspar plural plural
speaking Farsi backwards
on the phone
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Xie Kitchin
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long-lit afternoon
a cut
unhealed
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ai li
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road salt
tumbling in the vacuum of
an ambulance
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Shawn Lindsay
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forked lightening
out over the ocean
her warm fingers
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evening breeze
a white moth floating
in the dishwater
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pear slice falling
to the kitchen floor
pale moonlight
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Paul M.
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dark
the TV ignores
everything
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John Stevenson
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on the drive
there and back
a pine needle in the wiper
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French graffiti I drop a coin in the phone booth
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overdue my dead neighbor’s library book
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Michael Dylan Welch
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JIM KACIAN ant ant ant ant ant five
January 11, 2010 § 1 Comment
The Slate Step Brightens
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mating dragonflies
the slow folding
of her wings
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out on strike
the uncomfortable hang
of his hands
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winter morning
the scrape of a coat hanger
across its rod
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cemetery
the sharp edges
of the new names
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after rain
the blueness
of fireflies
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20 stories below
the gestures of people
are meaningless
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wittling
till there’s nothing left
of the light
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cold snap
the automatic door
opens slowly
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our goodbye
all the places
where we touch
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party over
the long down
of the elevator
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long slow curve
passing again
beneath the geese
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after snow
a faint yellowness
to the white house
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light rain
the slate step
brightens
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visiting home
in my childhood bedroom
the same shadows
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the mathematician’s wife
pregnant
again
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the river
the river makes
of the moon
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slant of light
the dialect
of the region
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throwing away
the envelope marked
“simplify your life”
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empty mailbox
she leans awhile
on her walker
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new green leaves
a child I don’t know
waves to me
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New Year’s Day
a message on
the answering machine
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mosquito
I hit nothing
but myself
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slow dance
feeling her smile
in my neck
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TV store wall
every sky
a different blue
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midnight thunder
the clock
starts over
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morning dew
no hiding the way
we’ve come
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first autumn wind
not feeling the knife
slice my finger
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excavation site
the holes
living things leave behind
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practicing
to make my signature
look natural
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equinox party
returning home
the way I came
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