HAIKU IN ENGLISH: THE FIRST HUNDRED YEARS ant ant ant ant ant

January 30, 2014 § 1 Comment

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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

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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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.

http://en.calameo.com/read/00251154550cdc71c99db

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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:

http://en.calameo.com/read/002511545dd1f66feb5c4

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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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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the Loki seed

pushed down in the grey folds

until you laugh

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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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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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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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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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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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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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