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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 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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TOM CLAUSEN ant ant ant ant ant seven

September 30, 2011 § 1 Comment

After The Pleasant Part

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from the soil

in the shovel

a beetle crawls

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low cloud cover

early in the morning

her tight dress

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in the tall stand

of evergreens

my cookie crumbs

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reflections

under the bridge

a man fishes

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without her friend

on the bus

her face

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no one home

on the hard ground

a light snow

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carried on

the flooded river

a beach ball

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spring

removing the neighbors

from view

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while they investigate

the accident outside

I order pizza

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wild cherries in blossom

their land rough

with junk

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all I know

she has a blue star

on her left breast

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gray daybreak

her “to do” list

from yesterday

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at 70mph

what I saw

wild turkeys

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keeping quiet

last of the day’s light

on new grass

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asleep

in the fallen scarecrow’s lap

a cat

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the War

a woodchuck nibbles

beside the freeway

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at the next urinal

he studies a tile

higher up

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garden walk

she checks herself

in the pond

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the crow

in me

gets a response

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dentist chair

the sun comes and goes

from the window

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cemetery

tracks in the snow

lead out to the road

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the habit of looking

where it used to be

the mirror

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on her cell phone

going into the building

“I love you too”

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on time

the daily truck load

of pigs

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after the pleasant part

of our walk

we hurry

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warm spring day

a bra

in the bushes

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the chain link fence

runs into

highwater

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writing him

the second letter

without complaints

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dinner over

he addresses

some crumbs

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heavy overcast

between bench slats

a sprout

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