Archive for November, 2008
Sunday, November 30th, 2008
BLUE RIBBONS AT THE COUNTY FAIR by Ellaraine Lockie
Review by Robert Cooperman
BLUE RIBBONS AT THE COUNTY FAIR
by Ellaraine Lockie
PWJ Publishing
P.O. Box 238
Tehama, CA 96090
ISBN 0-939221-45-4
2008, 64 pp., $12.00
www.creekwalker.com
For a chapbook consisting of poems that all won first-place prizes in various contests, Blue Ribbons at the County Fair hangs together remarkably well. There’s a logical progression to the collection, beginning with personal poems about [...]
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Saturday, November 29th, 2008
“Over the Skyline” by Linda Bosson
Linda Bosson
OVER THE SKYLINE
…a crop-dusting plane that has been reworked
for sky-writing will draw a series of clouds over
the Manhattan skyline.
—The New York Times
Meanwhile an artist in Central Park
makes life-size drawings of trees.
They look exactly like the real ones.
Even the people who picnic beneath them
don’t notice the difference.
But are they really people
or someone else’s artwork?
Downtown, two [...]
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Friday, November 28th, 2008
“My Mother’s Soul” by Bill Brown
Bill Brown
MY MOTHER’S SOUL
My mother looked like a soul
waiting to be surprised. Whether
stirring soup or weeding a garden,
she was fishing for the unexpected,
like the morning at Reelfoot Lake
when her pole bent double,
and she swung a large water snake
swimming the air like a Chinese dragon.
She wouldn’t just cut the line
and throw away a perfectly good hook,
so [...]
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Thursday, November 27th, 2008
“Klimt at the Musee Maillol” by Janalynn Bliss
Janalynn Bliss
KLIMT AT THE MUSÉE MAILLOL
She stood before a sketch, tracing
with a curved finger the shapes
of simple pencil strokes lightly
onto the velvet skin of her inner arm.
The slow swirl of the crowd stirred
the air in the hushed space,
the movement of her long straight hair
raising shivers on her skin
as it caressed her bare shoulders.
She never saw [...]
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Wednesday, November 26th, 2008
“Fallon, Nevada” by Juanita Miller
Juanita Miller
FALLON, NEVADA
someone
once lived
in that
old tin
shack
it was
hot inside
like it is
in Fallon
Nevada
was in me
rootless
and wind-swept
his hot
wet
my dry
inland sea
fossiled
with big bones
my heart
a sutra
gone beyond
i said
don’t keep
your distance
my hot
old roof
will
cover you
–from Rattle #26, Winter 2006
Tribute to the Greatest Generation
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Tuesday, November 25th, 2008
LEAVING IOWA by Michael Meyerhofer
Review by Eric Greenwell
LEAVING IOWA
by Michael Meyerhofer
Briery Creek Press
201 High Street
Farmville, VA 23909
ISBN 978-0977447121
2007, 63 pp., $10.95
http://www.brierycreekpress.org/
In Michael Meyerhofer’s first full-length collection, Leaving Iowa, winner of the Liam Rector First Book Prize for Poetry, he ventures to drift off the page into a vivid world of dreams and fantasy, were it not for the consistent [...]
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Monday, November 24th, 2008
Two Poems by Leonard Nathan
Leonard Nathan
AND HAVE YOU ALSO WISHED
And have you also wished to leave the world
of unforgiving surface and hard time,
to enter mist and climb an autumn slope,
becoming all but invisible below
a gray and dripping baldachin of boughs
that lead to the little clearing in the woods
where much will be revealed, what love and dreams
had promised before you [...]
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Sunday, November 23rd, 2008
“Hosanna to Life” by Fred Fox
Fred Fox
HOSANNA TO LIFE
For years my ego fooled me.
I carried the world on my shoulders.
I now realize how inane that was
Living within a self-imposed island.
Achieving inner peace, my vision expanded.
I embraced the vastness of the unknown.
Though I am less than a grain of sand.
That concept does not humble me.
My ego remains big.
A grain of sand [...]
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Saturday, November 22nd, 2008
“Night Visitor” by Joyce La Mers
Joyce La Mers
NIGHT VISITOR
We’ve seen you scurrying
through light spill on our deck,
bunched over tiny claws,
tail bare and dragging.
You’re there and gone
quicker than belief.
“A possum?” we ask each other,
shake our heads.
Last night you stopped,
looked in to where moon faces
glowed from dim TV.
Our eyes locked for one instant,
yours deep and luminous
as starlight in a well:
eternal victim eyes, [...]
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Friday, November 21st, 2008
“Stalking ee in the Fifties” by Colette Inez
Colette Inez
STALKING ee IN THE FIFTIES
I knew him by his tonsure,
head bare as a Buddhist monk
or a bowl holding lower case letters
that poured out on a page.
I almost saw that spillage
running out of his hands as he unlatched
the gate of Patchin Place;
O, ee, I followed him down Sixth
in jacket weather, he, neatly made
and wearing tweed. [...]
