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

 

 

 

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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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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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PAUL M. ant ant ant ant ant eight

October 3, 2011 § Leave a comment

A Fox Who Knows Too Many Tricks

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Indian Summer

a stick twisted to keep

the spider upright

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rehearsing a lie

the orange brilliance

of a poppy field

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explaining again

our two homes

snow drifts

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gray salamander

a childhood creek

through my fingers

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orange blossoms

years since I’ve been

bare-chested under the sun

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crunch of dried leaves

I am a fox who knows

too many tricks

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old steel town

snow heaped

beside the road

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pebbled beach

she turns away

to breastfeed

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snow begins to fall

the inappropriate things

she says sometimes

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paper white bulbs

the faint moon

in my thumbnail

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red oak leaves

a couple married late in life

holding hands

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moon just full

who drives

my old car now?

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snow-covered garden

a mental note

to wire money

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weekend alone

I lift the ficus

into a larger pot

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hoar frost

the old corner

with unmarked graves

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stairs down to the sea

a dandelion

with seeds intact

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tidal silt

the airport’s wind sock

blowing the other way

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long week’s end

a hint of red

in the pickleweed

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too late to pull it out

the white rump

of a clapper rail

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billion year old moon

an outgoing wave

reveals sand crab holes

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beads of pond water

on a lily pad

the impossibility of sunup

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called home

first crinkled leaves

on the maple tree

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commuter station

a bee lingers

in the tickweed

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rain to the north

a loose rung

on the lookout tower

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office window

they say no two snowflakes

are the same

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all these years later

the same pine bough

wet with rain

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irregular frame

of a tree fort

chimney smoke

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returning geese

her ashes still

in the plain tin

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our old field

each step

releases cabbage whites

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spring morning

flies return

to a crab carcass

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