Archive for November, 2008
Thursday, November 20th, 2008
QUEEN OF A RAINY COUNTRY by Linda Pastan
Review by Alejandro Escudé QUEEN OF A RAINY COUNTRY By Linda Pastan W.W. Norton & Company 500 Fifth Avenue New York, N.Y. 10110 ISBN 0-393-06247-3 2006, 128 pp., $23.95 www.wwnorton.com Is there one way to judge a book of poems? In the case of Linda Pastan’s new collection Queen of a Rain Country, I immediately [...]
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Wednesday, November 19th, 2008
“Visitation Rites” by Ed Galing
Ed Galing VISITATION RITES from the outside it looks like a college campus, situated off the highway, with a long road that leads to the front entrance, with large white columns on either side, rather than the psychiatric hospital where my wife has been for two weeks now, because they said she was deeply depressed, [...]
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Tuesday, November 18th, 2008
“Stars and Stripes” by Catherine Wiley
Catherine Wiley STARS AND STRIPES I’ve called the cops on him, friendly guy next door who sneaks pork fat to my cat, cookies to my daughter. He tends with the vigilance of love a red van hunkered on the curb, paint flaked and pale U.S. flag sealing the rear window. He sings, then weeps when [...]
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Monday, November 17th, 2008
“Conspiracy” by Sophia Rivkin
Sophia Rivkin CONSPIRACY The husband calls from two hundred miles away to say he cannot stand it, his wife is dying in a rented hospital bed in their living room and he must put her away, somewhere, anywhere, in a nursing home and she is crying looking up at him through the bars like a [...]
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Sunday, November 16th, 2008
“December Monologue” by Tom Hansen
Tom Hansen DECEMBER MONOLOGUE The last time I talked to you, it was the first of November. Three of our four apple trees had hundreds of apples. Boughs bent with their weight. Some of the smaller ones broke but held on. Every day I picked a few bucketfuls— five dozen apples or so. Some fell [...]
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Saturday, November 15th, 2008
OLD MAN LAUGHING by Robert King
Review by Janis Lull OLD MAN LAUGHING by Robert King Ghost Road Press 5303 E. Evans Ave #309 Denver, CO 80222 ISBN 0-9789456-3-8 2007, 76 pp., $13.05 www.ghostroadpress.com Robert King’s Old Man Laughing is divided into three parts: “Old,” “Man,” and “Laughing.” The epigraph comes from a poem by Shih-Te: “an old man laughs at [...]
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Friday, November 14th, 2008
“Acceptance Speech for Winning…” by Peter Davis
Peter Davis ACCEPTENCE SPEECH FOR WINNING THE NOBEL PEACE PRIZE First off, most importantly, I’d like to thank war for making peace so valuable. We should be willing to thank the bad for making the good possible. I say, “I would never know the moon without night.” However, we all know the black tar of [...]
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Thursday, November 13th, 2008
“Eating Mashed Potatoes” by Andrea Hollander Budy
Andrea Hollander Budy EATING MASHED POTATOES First, with his fork my father would mix in the steaming Del Monte peas my mother was so fond of in those days. With the side of his knife he’d square the edges, flatten the top. Then he’d cut the sides off his sirloin or his languid strip of [...]
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Wednesday, November 12th, 2008
Essay: “What’s Really Wrong with Poetry Book Contests” by David Alpaugh
David Alpaugh WHAT’S REALLY WRONG WITH POETRY BOOK CONTESTS? Note: As winner of the Nicholas Roerich Poetry Prize and owner of SmallPoetry Press, David Alpaugh has both won and run a Poetry Book Contest. Isn’t that a rhetorical question? Everyone knows what’s wrong with poetry book contests. They’re rigged! In 2004 the web site Foetry [...]
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Tuesday, November 11th, 2008
“When He Doesn’t Get the Job” by Michelle Bitting
Michelle Bitting WHEN HE DOESN’T GET THE JOB And the only mail that comes is from people wanting money, I look out the window at two pink blooms—wild lilies—their long, alien stems out of nowhere touched down on an ivy bank I’m told rats nest in when you don’t trim it. If only to think [...]
