Archive for October, 2008
Tuesday, October 21st, 2008
“The Flippant Zeitgeist” by James Doyle
James Doyle THE FLIPPANT ZEITGEIST wants Pancho Villa, Dead or Alive, Shirley Temple mooning, Lincoln still watching the play in his stove-pipe hat. The audience behind him can’t see anything on the stage but an occasional flash of thigh. Then he keels over and the big picture is clear again. O, Twenty-First Century, sit back [...]
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Monday, October 20th, 2008
DEATH’S HOMELAND by Dragan Dragojlovic
Review by Mira Mataric DEATH’S HOMELAND by Dragan Dragojlovi translated by Stanislava Lazarevic Curbstone Press 321 Jackson Street Willimantic, CT 06226-1738 ISBN 978-1931896-45-0 2008, 71 pp., $13.95 www.curbstone.org D. Dragojlovic, as an author of 18 books, has been uniquely popular–read, sold, and reprinted multiple times. Among his many works, poems selected into Death’s Homeland have [...]
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Sunday, October 19th, 2008
“Songs for Would-Be Suicides” by Jack Conway
Jack Conway SONGS FOR WOULD-BE SUICIDES Everyone wants to believe in magic but still they ask, how the trick is done. Poor Uncle Arthur contracted a sunburn down his throat from falling asleep at the beach with his mouth wide open. No one knew the benefits then of sun screen, never mind how it could [...]
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Saturday, October 18th, 2008
“Home” by Bob Drojarski
Bob Drojarski HOME he holds his breath at the thought of going back to a life reduced to a double saw buck bet on a three teamer going south down forgotten streets on crooked dreams past cemeteries that still had room for him for trying to turn a marriage into cash that killed his house [...]
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Friday, October 17th, 2008
“Let’s Meet Yesterday” by David Jordan
David Jordan LET’S MEET YESTERDAY Puzzling over his date book, our chairman says: The next meeting will be—hmmmm. Yesterday. That must be wrong, don’t you think? Not at all. I’d love to meet yesterday. I’d ride in on my red Schwinn, the one with white rubber mud flaps, battery-powered horn hidden in the crossbar, dented [...]
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Thursday, October 16th, 2008
“Dangerous Blood IV” by Kate Gale
Kate Gale DANGEROUS BLOOD IV It didn’t take even a drink to wet open her. Untie her face so words stepped in. Talc all over the floor of Grandmother’s kitchen. It’s what her grandmother wore to bed. Grandpa loved it. You mixed flour, salt, baking powder, made biscuits. Then tea. It was while they were [...]
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Wednesday, October 15th, 2008
CREATION MYTHS by Mathias Svalina
Review by Josh Wallaert CREATION MYTHS by Mathias Svalina New Michigan Press 648 Crescent NE Grand Rapids, MI 49503 ISBN: 978-0-9791501-9-7 37 pp., $8.00 http://newmichiganpress.com/nmp “In the beginning there was a pen that drew itself into existence.” Thus opens Mathias Svalina’s Creation Myths, a chapbook of twenty-four alluring prose poems, or “myths,” that posit the [...]
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Tuesday, October 14th, 2008
“Why I Am Not a Scientist” by Robert Funge
Robert Funge WHY I AM NOT A SCIENTIST Now that science has discovered that cod get seasick in a storm, and that halibut (and probably other fish—they’re waiting on a federal grant of five million to study the subject) pass gas, perhaps it’s time to move on. We don’t really know how salmon change sex [...]
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Monday, October 13th, 2008
Two Poems by Patrick Ryan Frank
Patrick Ryan Frank THALASSOPHOBIA —The fear of the ocean. That there are depths you cannot know and you could sink forever, the water below opening only to other water, unlit [...]
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Sunday, October 12th, 2008
“His Song” by Lowell Jaeger
Lowell Jaeger HIS SONG The grown child rides in the backseat, only half-listens as Mom and Pop bicker. Lapses into sizzle of splash beneath them. His hometown lit for Christmas blurs at the car window; he’s back in that landscape he’d ached in more than half a life ago where he wanted absolutely nothing more [...]
