Collections of Lyric and Narrative Poems About Blue-Collar Life, Love, and Labor
HARD BUCKS: A Blue-Collar Odyssey     Winner of the 2000 Swan Duckling Press Chapbook Competition     ISBN 1-893297-07-1 November 2000 40 pages/18 poems     "Whether the subject is triple overtime, workmate loyalty, the perils of spot-welding, or dizzying labor high atop a grain elevator, Hard Bucks is a golden arrow which flies straight to the core of work qua work: its tedium,  joy, and very often, its genuine metaphysical mystery."         -Tim Scannell           Small Press Review   Order Hard Bucks from Mark Bruce Swan Duckling Press P.O. Box 586 Cypress, CA 90630 $5.00 Ppd.	Zen Diggers   To make it with a shovel in the profession of Adam takes the back of a chimpanzee and a mind gone on Zen. That's because attention to the task at hand-- to the same yellow sand slung in the same flat arc over the same left shoulder day after dark day-- beclouds the mind and plunges the soul into anguish.   Daydreams and memories can relieve the shovel pusher but like anodynes soon wear off. Besides, the old flame romanced too often in fond reflection begins to flicker.   To keep digging with happiness and aplomb as leaves grow longer and the sun climbs through the seasons you must learn to match the chink of the shovel in sand with the push of your heart again and again again and again until the two are one and the one moves in unison with the great river of seconds sparkling toward eternity.   Any survivor of the ditch in this way digs deep into Zen.
JOURNEYMAN'S DUES MuscleHead Press April 2002 20 pages/9 poems   "The present and previous poems in this series should certainly be collected together.  I don't think that since William Carlos William's 'Paterson' has there been such a skillful study of individual experience, character, and revelation concerning the interior and exterior of the industrial landscape."         -Kevin Bailey          HQ Poetry Magazine "These poems are minute records recording minutes of life; hardships, manual labor, dirt, grime and pride. They are some of the best I have read about the rawness of life's realism."      -Joyce Metzger   "Hart's poems are powerful and full of vigor.  His confidence and pleasure in the sense and sound of  words are the hallmarks of a true poet."      -Brenda Hall       World's Apart Order Journeyman's Dues from John Berbrich BoneWorld Publishing 3700 County Route 24 Russell, NY 13684 $3.00 Ppd.	La Vida Loca Jivin' Johnny Jenrette was on the road to Denver where union tinners pulled in 9 an hour he'd heard. His car broke down in Wichita so he hired on with my boss to refill his wallet. Took the summer to get it done. That's because the boss paid squat but also because Johnny barhopped six nights a week and drank beer at home on Sundays to give his body rest. He showed me how to measure ductwork in the air before any ductwork was there and how to build it and put it there. With him I learned to shoot better pool slowdance my tool on older cowgirls in North Broadway clubs buy liquor after hours and pass a pint of Jack Black back and forth through the car window to a Devil's Disciple on a speeding Harley. One day in August Johnny was gone. There was no party. He didn't show at the shop and when I went by his place after work it was dark and vacant. Since then I've driven by that little house 200 times and not once have I seen signs of a party starting up or winding down. If I know you, Johnny, you got the 9 an hour. But sometimes I wonder where you are now thirty years down the line.
FACTORY STIFF   Pitchfork Press 2002 21 Pages/9 poems   "There is something intensely human about all [Hart's] work, meaning that his lines are filled w/characters & events, not scenery & ideology.  Factory Stiff is filled w/ guys who work with their hands--in a  slaughterhouse, midnight shift at a factory, a machine shop. Many characters meet their doom in these narratives.... usually in some ironic or meaningless manner."      -John Berbrich      The Synergist     "With Hart you get the best of both worlds, realism, the real world, and an informed visionary- ness that's part of (as T.S. Eliot always put it) The Great Tradition.  Impact plus high-art."      -Hugh Fox   Order Factory Stiff from Christopher Gibson Pitchfork Press 2002 A Guadalupe #461 Austin, TX 78705 $2.00 Ppd.	Graveyard I toil with those for whom the night is day and day is night-- the lonely ghouls of graveyard shift. I ride to work under the phasing of the moon and drive home in the cold dawn with sparrows chirping and the world coming alive only to seek out a bed to try for six hours of semi-sleep-- the best one can do on a body clock shocked beyond repair. My pasty flesh rarely sees the sun. The heavy luggage under my pale eyes yearns for a long vacation in darkest dreamland. I am tired tired tired and life is so godawful everlasting. Yet, as midnight chimes, I rise again, snatch up my cloak and lunch box and float on down to the factory over a soft new snowfall blue under the full moon. I'll sweat and shiver in the bowels of the behemoth till sunrise tending the tireless dynamos of the American dream.

Perfect-bound haiku collections illustrated by Jayasri Majumdar     Letterpress printed     Fine linen paper
MONSOON: Poems Written in India and Nepal ISBN 0-944048-03-X Timberline Press, 1991 36 Pages/61 poems/ 5 illustrations "Basho would have approved of Mr. Hart's 'Monsoon,' for it is a traveller's book of haiku that shares with the reader the author's common and extra-ordinary experiences had during his journey from Kathmandu to Calcutta, Hyderabad and Bombay."      -Kevin Bailey       Haiku Quarterly "Its moments of sheer revulsion and delicate beauty clearly express the earthiness and spiritual immensity of India and Nepal. The reader is momentarily swept into the vast and minute universe of Vishnu."      -Ebba Story, Frogpond "Fleeting but highly evocative glimpses of the monsoon in India and Nepal.  Simply and beautifully illustrated."      -Gerald England       New Hope International Order Monsoon from Clarence Wolfshohl Timberline Press 6281 Red Bud Fulton, MO 65251 $7.50 + $1.50 P&H (1 book) $6.50/book + $1.50 P&H total      (2 or more books)	yielding its flower to the bee gentle butterfly       a grimace in the mud-- crushed rat       a hilltop city shimmers under stars night train       sunset lovers on the seawall in the rain       our train passes from mountain tunnel into cloud
PARIS Winner of a Merit Book Award from the Haiku Society of America ISBN 0-944048-09-9 Timberline Press, 1996 31 pages/41 poems/ 4 illustrations "This handsome handprinted chapbook has some charming illustrations and many excellent poems.  The book is a record of a trip to the ancient ultra modern French capital and captures scenes and incidents with the perception of a photograph by Henri Cartier-Bresson."      -Richard Modiano, Next "Delightfully witty haiku about Paris and our own foibles."      -Poetalk "Paris is universal in scope... but for place names."      -Liz Fenn Order Paris from Clarence Wolfshohl Timberline Press 6281 Red Bud Fulton, MO 65251 $7.50 + $1.50 P&H (1 book) $6.50/book + $1.50 P&H total      (2 or more books)	post-jet slumber traffic in the rain a disconsolate sax       riffles on the Seine my map of the city wraps my arm       young lovers up close not so young       swifts cut neon twilight above the glowing and the dark apartments
WILDCAT ROAD ISBN 0-944048-17-X Timberline Press, 2000 37 pages/39 poems/ 4 illustrations "The third collection of haiku by one of our more interesting poets outside the haiku mainstream."      -Jim Kacian, Frogpond "No pretensions in William Hart's haiku."      -Robert Spiess,  Modern        Haiku "Hart's unassuming haiku have a way of quietly entering the reader to do magic."      -LeRoy Gorman       Haiku Canada Newsletter "I'm a huge fan of  very short but well-done poems.  This book really hits the mark with me."      -Cari Taplin       Katnip Reviews Order Wildcat Road from Clarence Wolfshohl Timberline Press 6281 Red Bud Fulton, MO 65251 $7.50 + $1.50 P&H (1 book) $6.50/book + $1.50 P&H total      (2 or more books)	trip's end: a glowing farmhouse niched in the Milky Way     each nail grieves in its own voice leaving the wood       album photo on three faces the same nose       tag end of a summer pulling weeds barefoot in the rain
ON CAT TIME ISBN 0-944049-31-5 Timberline Press, 2004 32 pages/39 poems/ 5 illustrations "What a delightful and beautifully produced little book...charmingly and quirkily illustrated.  These are particularly endearing poems.  Mr. Hart has a lovely, light and often humorous touch."      -Michael Bangerter       New Hope International "This is a beautifully made book that is ideal for gift-giving to your friends who have also been adopted by a cat....One could say that William Hart has haiku as his daily meditation practice because his haiku are so gentle, so down-to-earth, so accepting of what is."      -Jane Reichhold, Lynx Order at usual price from Clarence at Timberline (see above)	neighbor cat asleep on our doormat sparkles with dew breezy-- a spider's thread warps a sunbeam long after sundown one twitter won't quit the tom asleep on the widow's porch is losing his sun
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RABINDRA SAROBAR   effing press, 2005 40 pages/27 poems/ 1 illustration   "The theme of this chap is overcoming the grinding poverty of [Kolkata, India], a poverty felt not only by humans, but also by dogs, kites, bats and others, all scavenging to survive....I love the literary snapshots of the city in motion--the homeless, the bicycles, chickens headed for market, car horns--the vast clattering babble of the city's streets."      -John Berbrich, Barbaric Yawp     "Hart's writing is wonderful and makes something beautiful out of horrible realities....This collection is recommended highly for its excellent poetic qualities and provocative subject matter."      -Melody Sherosky       The Blind Man's Rainbow        Order Rabindra Sarobar from   Scott Pierce effing press 703 West 12th Street #2 Austin, TX 78701	Fall of Ravi Ravi is the great gold fire of life on earth toward whom all ferns leaves and tendrils diurnally aspire. Yet this hour tracks his slow decline between two Babel towers into the clanging urban mire his brilliant round completeness reduced to a regal squat-- gone the awful power to melt our eyes. With a pang we watch him go. My god, what retching woe we'd feel if we didn't know about tomorrow.