Waves lapping against a shore
Waves lapping against a shore

by Bronek Konarski

except for the blue vest
various books and a rash
everything else was gone
ripped apart at a mile a
year slowsteady like ten
grindstonesocold fingers
once upon a time we knew
once meant twice and the
day I decided to die her
quintessence bent what I
untwisted no surprise is
empty after all the open
stairwells echo to twist
tirades upout the window
is love ever really over
or does it drag ononon I
need an answer I need it
I want this ebb to crest
so I can go on with life
with love without within
each day I lose to you I
lose a few fewer days in
line waiting on a secret
how many of us melt with
it still untold with the
dapples left undescribed
does it matter I want to
entangle everyone I know
nothing of in this swoon

by Dan Waber

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 a)s w(e loo)k
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                                      to
 rea(be)rran(com)gi(e)ngly
 ,grasshopper;

by E. E. Cummings

Gesture

My arm sweeps down
       a pliant arc
            whatever I am
                   streams through my
                            negligent wrist:

the poem
                   uncoils
                               like a
                                           whip, and
snaps
softly  an inch from your enchanted face.

by Donald Finkel

by Dan Waber

lighght

by Aram Saroyan

Roses are red
The violets are ready for
Plucking

I am fresh out
Of high school and ready for
College

by Albert W. Conrad

Terza Rima #6, a quadruple acrostic

by Dan Waber

by Charles Olson

Mesostic for Jasper Johns

by John Cage

american kensho

bashos

pond

frog

!

by Karl Kempton

every(all at(toge(forever)ther) once)thing

by bpNichol

In a Station of the Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

by Ezra Pound

by Guillaume Apollinaire

by F.T. Marinetti

Ars Poetica

You don’t go looking for poetry finds.
You go, looking, for poetry finds.

by Dan Waber

by Eugen Gomringer

by Marcel Broodthaers

by Dylan Thomas

by Kaz Maslanka

by Kaz Maslanka

Float Into Fire

Were packed for the long weekend, Ive got   my
hands full with satchels and bags and my   eye
on how your hips bop to God’s finger   snaps
as you walk through the house last-checking   all
lights are off, all windows closed. You look   like
a clover blossom, I feel like Im   a
drunken bumble bee with a   camera.

You take one last look back as we close   the
door, as if to make sure the   images
you store are fully charged against   ghostlike
dissipation. You turn to me, we   float
down the stairs, down the hill, and climb   into
the car, you and I and fall sunset   fire.

by Dan Waber, (echo by Jennifer Hill-Kaucher)

by Douglas Hofstadter

by Jenny Holzer

1     one
2     two
3     lips

by Gary Barwin