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welcome to the third organic edition of dew-on-line 2002
succumb to a journey of self-exploration & poetic pleasure
102 pages
in total with 20 artworks


 

 

another edition
and the path widens
with blossoms

 

ai li

 

 

 

 

 

original artwork copyright  ai  li  2002 

 

page one  

d  e  w  -  o  n  -  l  i  n  e
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three

 

page two                                                                                   

created, designed & edited
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by  ai  li

 

 

page three                                                                                         

for the dog violets few notice
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page four                                                                                          

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

out of still

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

page five 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        the man
                        below my window
                        seeking another

ai li   @   belsize park

 

page six

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        in the park
                        a mockingbird holds forth
                        feeling fetal again
                        only skirt fever
                        keeps me erect

Larry Kimmel  @  Colrain, Massachusetts

 

page seven

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        being with you like this :
                        trains going,
                        coming, smoke

Santoka 1882 - 1940  @  Yamaguchi Prefecture, Japan
translated by Scott Watson

 

page eight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        summer evening -
                        i feel sorry
                        for this woman
                        who still wants to
                        look young

K. Ramesh  @  Adyar, Chennai, India

 

page nine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        DOWN AND OUT IN HOLLYWOOD

                        Placing a black
                        Bin liner over my head :
                        "I know everyone here -
                         But where are the stars ?"

A. Lee Firth  @  Doncaster

 

page ten


original artwork copyright  Larry Kimmel  2002 

 

page eleven

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

thirty-thousand blinks
peeling back the flesh;  no blood
we order coffee

Erin Cowgill @  Paris

 

page twelve

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        WHITE IS

                        peoples'
                        "white"  lies
                        produce
                        wh te  s

Frank Joussen  @  Hueckelhoven, Germany

 

page thirteen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        Around the campfire
                        singing with the others,
                        I flick an unworthy thought
                        from my mind -
                        a spark from my sleeve

Larry Kimmel  @  Colrain, Massachusetts



page fourteen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

you must remember
we
talked then

ai li  @  belsize park

 

page fifteen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        CUNNILINGUS

                        Taking a break
                         I briefly look up -
                         Looks like rain again.

A. Lee Firth  @  Doncaster

 

page sixteen

original artwork copyright  ai  li  2002 

 

page seventeen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        llime green chiffon
                        on the back
                        of a gilt chair
                        dance stole
                        away from rhumba

ai li  @  belsize park

 

page eighteen

 

 

                        World Cruise:


                      

 

 

                       

Leslie Giddens  @  Hillingdon



page nineteen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        a heavy-set woman
                        on a park bench
                        looking around
                        she lifts her skirt
                        sun on her thighs

Michael Meyerhofer  @  Coralville, Iowa

 

page twenty

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        cricket, all I have
                        is tomorrow's rice

Santoka 1882 - 1940  @  Yamaguchi Prefecture, Japan
translated by Scott Watson

 

page twenty-one

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        Ice and snow-melt from pines
                        rippling the brook--
                        sickle moon glints through forest

Rebecca Lilly  @  Port Republic, Virginia



page twenty-two

original artwork copyright  ai  li  2002 

 

page twenty-three

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        roadkill 
                        its eyes
                        on the road home

ai li  @  belsize park



page twenty-four

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        in a shaded spot
                        the ruins
                        of a sundial

Larry Kimmel  @  Colrain, Massachusetts



page twenty-five

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        the night before the hurricane
                        tiny and tinier frogs
                        clinging to the pane

Erin Cowgill  @  Paris



page twenty-six

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        hearing a mountain's
                        voice mountain
                        growing dark

Santoka 1882 - 1940  @  Yamaguchi Prefecture, Japan
translated by Scott Watson

 

page twenty-seven

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        another sunday at dusk
                        as the temperature drops
                        the sound of a plastic lid
                        blowing through
                        an empty parking lot

Michael Meyerhofer  @  Coralville, Iowa

 

page twenty-eight

original artwork copyright  Mark Farid  2002 [Age 10 years]

 

page twenty-nine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        lover man
                        taking out
                        his wife's picture
                        to smooth
                        out the wrinkles

ai li  @  belsize park

 

page thirty

original haiga copyright  Larry Kimmel  2002 

 

page thirty-one

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        back inside
                        I can hear the maid hiccup
                        as she makes the bed
                        in the room next door

Erin Cowgill  @  Paris

 

page thirty-two

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        on my own
                        bitten by
                        mosquitos

Santoka 1882 - 1940  @  Yamaguchi Prefecture, Japan
translated by Scott Watson

 

page thirty-three

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        Rain-drenched earth scents
                        through wind-bent pines...footprints end
                        where headstones begin

Rebecca Lilly  @  Port Republic, Virginia

 

page thirty-four

original artwork copyright  ai  li  2002 

 

page thirty-five

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I I can
                          see you now
                          waiting
                          silently
                          day by day
                          beside me

Bill Brown  @  Birmingham

 

page thirty-six

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I morning sun
                          haiku
                          everywhere

Sarah Luczaj  @  Leki Stryzyowskie, Poland

 

page thirty-seven

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I Loud and Clear,

                          from the dressing booth
                          at the Railroad Salvage warehouse,
                                                         this exchange -
                          "It's cold in here."
                          "I know it.  And I don't got
                          no bra on neither."

                                                        - giving shape
                          to a pointless morning

Larry Kimmel  @  Colrain, Massachusetts

 

page thirty-eight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I small town play
                          the loner
                          playing the loner

ai li  @  belsize park

 

page thirty-nine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I summer over 
                          I'm not here
                          when you call and call again

Felicity Brookesmith  @  Broadstairs

 

page forty

original haiga copyright  Larry Kimmel  2002

 

page forty-one

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        Il'll be coming back in late March
                         when there is a point of remembrance
                         the crocus proving itself
                         against the snow

Alice Pero  @  Santa Monica, California
from 'Thawed Stars'

 

page forty-two

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        Ievening
                         to end
                         the day
                         of
                         your disappearance

ai li  @  belsize park

 

page forty-three

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

she won't read them                      tea leaves

ai li  @  belsize park

 

page forty-four

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where the Twin Towers stood                      Harvest Moon.

Alexis K. Rotella  @  Arnold, Maryland

 

page forty-five

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I friend?  enemy?
                          the same voice
                          on the telephone

Sarah Luczaj  @  Leki Stryzyowskie, Poland

 

page forty-six

original artwork copyright  ai  li  2002 

 

page forty-seven

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I rain rain
                          on the window
                          like the glad
                          life pent up
                          don't be
                          tempted to
                          open the door

bruce roxburgh  @  tea gardens, australia

 

page forty-eight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I DESERT.

                          Mountains capped in snow
                          Crest the red desert plains.
                          What extremes there are
                          In such close proximity.
                          I feel infected.

Spencer Neal  @  Southfields

 

page forty-nine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I Arousal

                          I'm not the woman who clangs pots when you come
                          to mask the sound of your footsteps.

                          Nor smokes to disguise your comings and goings.

                          Though you may lack subtlety
                           though you may arrive on flopping shoes,

                          always, always, you startle me
                          for no pot nor
                          smoke
                          is thick to your arousal.

                          Transparent in these my objections
                          and opaque in my submissions

                          I can only hope that waiting
                          is forbearing
                          is akin to, amounts to
                          honesty.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kris Cohen  @  Wood Lane

 

page fifty

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I hot summer afternoon
                          while i nap, my hand
                          strokes the cold
                          metal
                          bed frame

Michael Meyerhofer  @  Coralville, Iowa

 

page fifty-one

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

sweated      I throw myself on the shore    drink the lake

Larry Kimmel  @  Colrain, Massachusetts

 

page fifty-two

original artwork copyright  ai  li  2002 

 

page fifty-three

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I After the break of dawn
                          I stepped into the pieces
                          all day

Alice Pero  @  Santa Monica, California
from 'Thawed Stars'

 

page fifty-four

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I Rabbit

                          She's in the middle of the road,
                          held by the glare of headlights.

                          The engine growls, closer.
                          The stench of rubber fills her nostrils.
                          In a flash,
                          the wheels have missed her by a millimetre.
                          Her bones didn't crack.
                          She's safe,
                          until
                          she tries to cross the road again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Janet Oliver  @  Broadstairs

page fifty-five

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I at the edge
                          of the deserted village
                          a freshly painted cross

Robert Naczas  @  Krosno, Poland

 

page fifty-six

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I I will never mention
                          the one night I spent
                          all alone
                          hugging the moon.

Alice Pero  @  Santa Monica, California
from 'Thawed Stars'

 

page fifty-seven

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I asylum anthem
                          she stands
                          for captain kirk
                          as he
                          beams her up

ai li  @  belsize park

 

page fifty-eight

original artwork copyright  Leslie Giddens  2002 

 

page fifty-nine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I DUSK

                          The dragon skin of sea on fire,
                          Scherzo of shades
                          On the water;

                          And the birds on wings,  on cries,  on dusk,
                          Magic of blood
                          In the harvest.

                          A symbol I have searched,  to add
                          Monument to name:
                          To the yashmak

                          That holds the touch of day,  of night -
                          Tender and mad,
                           Is like passion

                           Of girl who learns first time to love:
                           Fantasy of hope
                           In the colours.
                          
                        

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vikrant Kumar  @  Nirala Nagar, India

 

page sixty

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I too much for me to hide.
                          the forwardness
                          you present
                          at this table of
                          carefully weighed words
                          leaves me on my knees
                          for you

Huri Ergenian  @  Philadelphia

 

page sixty-one

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I on a shuttered terrace
                          I'm there
                          alone all summer

Felicity Brookesmith  @  Broadstairs

 

page sixty-two

original haiga copyright  Larry KImmel 2002 

 

page sixty-three

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I                                                 Death is...

 

 

                          Death is like the sun:
                          As humans we know that it is there
                          But avoid staring directly at it,
                          Focusing on it. To do so
                          Would be harmful:
                          So we avert our eyes.
                          For who can look for long
                          At the fact that they
                          Shall one day die?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spencer Neal  @  Southfields

 

page sixty-four

original artwork copyright  ai li  2002 

 

page sixty-five

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I stopping
                          to tie my shoelace
                          - sunset

Robert Naczas  @  Krosno, Poland

 

page sixty-six

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I i miss
                          your chest
                          and lean up against
                          cold bricks
                          trying to feel
                          warmth

Huri Ergenian  @  Philadelphia

 

page sixty-seven

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I returning to your house
                          I re-read your letter,
                          your new glasses
                          with my reply
                          that you would never read

Felicity Brookesmith  @  Broadstairs

 

page sixty-eight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I Going to work

 

 

 

                         Yoga in the morning
                         Still

                         For my favourite poems
                         I have found
                         Not a word.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nir Shaki  @  Hackney

 

page sixty-nine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I sore throat this morning -
                          the crocus just manages
                          to swallow a snowflake

Robert Naczas  @  Krosno, Poland

 

page seventy

original artwork copyright  Larry Kimmel  2002 

 

page seventy-one

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I the lollipop
                          of a stranger
                          by the carousel

ai li  @  belsize park

 

page seventy-two

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I a solitary plane
                                  soars
                          into the summer twilight

shirley cahayom  @  brooklyn

 

page seventy-three

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I from the cat

                          a warm rat has become

                          an offering
                         

Debra Woolard Bender  @  Orlando

 

page seventy-four

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I the rusty swing
                          in the old house
                          evening chill
                         

ai li  @  belsize park

 

page seventy-five

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                       o
on the horizon      my sunset     y ur sunrise 

Philip Pearce  @  Kentish Town

 

page seventy-six

original artwork copyright  ai li  2002 

 

page seventy-seven

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I Few flowers thrive through
                          seasons, lifetimes, centuries--
                          Basho, Buson, Issa.
                         

Rick Kluas Theis  @  New York

 

page seventy-eight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I the spring rain

                          without its thunder, sinks

                          under the grasses 

Debra Woolard Bender  @  Orlando

 

page seventy-nine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I Downtown Cafe

                          Two raindrops
                          rivulet down
                          the cafe window -

                          Two tears meet,
                          one drinks the other,
                          takes a moment

                          to digest,
                          then runs away
                          with the sum.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Larry Kimmel  @  Colrain, Massachusetts

 

page eighty

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I Because I Wasn't A Rocket Scientist

                          No one will discover coffee-ringed molecule
                          Diagrams mapping out a cure for world hunger
                          Hidden under Mr. Goodbar wrappers,
                          But they will find never-sent-love letters
                          To Billy Carlos Williams,  witty pink-pen criticisms
                          Of The New Yorker magazine,  blue catalogs
                          Of writing-peak-hours,  green-gold shower curtain rings
                          Collected from conference bathrooms,  and
                          My fingernails,  black from the press of pen
                          Against lips,  waiting for that one critic's kiss.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

J. Marcus Weekley  @  Hattiesburg, Mississippi

 

page eighty-one

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I no work today
                          even with the shutters shut
                          the sun's too loud

                          

Larry Kimmel  @  Colrain, Massachusetts

 

page eighty-two

original artwork copyright  ai li  2002 

 

page eighty-three

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I "if you left me..."
                          her sundress around her knees,
                          inside out,  and full of morning
                          in the bedroom mirror

                          

ryan c costello  @  brandon, florida

 

page eighty-four

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I debutantes
                          talking to the camera
                          about their lives
                          before the war

                          dew on roses

                          

ai li  @  belsize park

 

page eighty-five

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I waiting for you
                          in this lonely room
                          the hours drag on
                          silhouette of the autumn moon
                          hides behind the trees

                          

shirley cahayom  @  brooklyn

 

page eighty-six

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I Looking at the polished statue
                          only seeing
                          the small scratch

                          

Basem Farid  @  Leicester

 

page eighty-seven

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I photo gallery
                          I've never seen eggs
                          look so nude

                          

Larry Kimmel  @  Colrain, Massachusetts

 

page eighty-eight

original artwork copyright  Debra Woolard Bender  2002 

 

page eighty-nine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I even the trees
                          carry their young
                          Mother's Day

                          

Debra Woolard Bender  @  Orlando

 

page ninety

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I shaft of sunlight-
                          the empty chair
                          on the porch

                          

shirley cahayom  @  brooklyn

 

page ninety-one

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I We go in
                          after a while
                          we get out

                          

Mark Farid  @  Leicester [Age 10]

 

page ninety-two

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I the seed catalogue
                          this longest night

                          

Marco Fracticelli  @  Pointe Claire, Quebec

 

page ninety-three

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I You hear birds chirping
                          You think, "Beautiful!",  but wait--
                          They could be crying

                          

John Lawson  @  Hyattsville, Maryland

 

page ninety-four

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I First long bath since

                          You departed

                          Still the pipe tones and

                          Doors closing in the distance,

                          Misestimates of when

                          Bubbles will break

 

                          

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sheila E. Murphy  @  Phoenix

 

page ninety-five

original artwork copyright  ai li  2002

 

page ninety-six

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I Dipped in white wash tides
                          I drifted in the current
                          To forget the past

                          

John Lawson  @  Hyattsville, Maryland

 

page ninety-seven

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I New century
                          the angels playing
                          electric guitars

                          

Simon Farid  @  Leicester [Age 15]

 

page ninety-eight

original artwork copyright  Debra Woolard Bender  2002

 

page ninety-nine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I biscuit tin
                          buttery
                          in its emptiness

                          

ai li  @  belsize park

 

page one hundred

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I I lie
                          in acres of skin
                          and you do not even
                          wonder why
                          or consider
                          whether
                          escape is possible.

                          

Alice Pero  @  Santa Monica, California
from 'Thawed Stars'

 

page one hundred and one

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        I i reach
                          for the stranger
                          with his deep pockets
                          of sherbets
                          and tangerine condoms

                          

ai li  @  belsize park

 

page one hundred and two

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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