Archive for January, 2009
Saturday, January 31st, 2009
“Halfway House for the Incoherent” by Jennifer Gresham
Jennifer Gresham
HALFWAY HOUSE FOR THE INCOHERENT
She gathered them from the edges
of cities like wildflowers,
gave them each a glass of water.
When she tried drawing a map,
it turned into a tangle of roots.
In their hands, compass needles
flew in circles like a flock
of frightened birds. So they stayed—
wandered aimlessly through her garden,
the graveyard with all its lovely,
loose stones. [...]
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Friday, January 30th, 2009
VOICES by Lucille Clifton
Review by Cameron Conaway
VOICES
by Lucille Clifton
BOA Editions, LTD
250 N. Goodman Street, Suite 306
Rochester, NY 14607
ISBN: 978-1-934414-12-5
2008, 64 pp., $16.00
www.boaeditions.org
Lucille ordered broccoli for her side. “My doctor says it’ll keep me going,” she whispered to me.
Vivace Restaurant is considered by many to be the best we have here in Tucson. So it’s where [...]
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Thursday, January 29th, 2009
“Fire Flowers” by Jonathan Greenhause
Jonathan Greenhause
FIRE FLOWERS
In Japanese, the word for “office” is a character composing
two smaller characters meaning “enclosed space”
and “slumping corpse.”
Outside, a soft rain’s falling on what was once the corner deli
but is now an immense pile
of pipes and bricks, chips of cement, and crumpled menus.
I used to eat there with my wife, who’s no longer my [...]
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Wednesday, January 28th, 2009
“Elevated Findings” by Kip Deeds
KIP DEEDS: “‘Walden, Sprawl, and All’ began with a drawing of a cabin, inspired in part by my own experience of cabin-living in Michigan. Although this drawing went unresolved for two years, I began doing watercolor tests on the paper in the summer of 2007. By autumn I was developing a sprawling urban landscape around [...]
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Tuesday, January 27th, 2009
“Western Michigan University, 1989″ by Pamela Garvey
Pamela Garvey
WESTERN MICHIGAN UNIVERSITY, 1989
In only the thin fog of moonlight,
only the dull yellow bulbs lining the park’s path,
two students—unnamed, spared
from photographs—perched on coolers
and flung their cane poles into the pond, a perfect oval
with nowhere to go, little to offer:
just some overgrown goldfish and darters,
small trophies or jewels they held—
skin rubbing scales for a moment—then [...]
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Monday, January 26th, 2009
“Wheat State Salvation” by Paul Dickey
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Paul Dickey
WHEAT STATE SALVATION
And Peter answered him and said, Lord, if it be thou,
bid me come unto thee on the water. And he said,
Come. And when Peter was come down out of the ship,
he walked on the water, to go to Jesus.
—Matthew 14:28, 29 (King James Version)
In vacant lots [...]
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Sunday, January 25th, 2009
TALL IF by Mark Irwin
Review by Andrew Allport
1 Comment » - Posted in E-Reviews by Megan
Saturday, January 24th, 2009
“The Town Drunk’s Last Stand” by Peter Funk
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Peter Funk
THE TOWN DRUNK’S LAST STAND
On Saturday I attend
the wake for the town drunk.
He died quickly,
though it took years and years
and years of effort.
The wake is held at the bar
where he drank.
He had many friends
who also like to drink.
It is a regular evening
but with more people.
There is a free [...]
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Friday, January 23rd, 2009
“Coupling” by Alan Fox
Alan Fox
COUPLING
I am sitting in my stateroom
on a ship in the Caribbean Sea
watching old movies
courtesy of satellite TV.
From time to time I hear
the voices a few seconds after
the lips have moved—Nicole Kidman speaks
through the mouth of Tom Cruise.
Yesterday our ship passed
through the Panama Canal
as I read David McCulloch’s book
Path Between the Seas.
It was published in [...]
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Thursday, January 22nd, 2009
“The Driving Range” by Alejandro Escude
Alejandro Escudé
THE DRIVING RANGE
Now minutes scale the walls of the house like rodents.
The squeaks grow louder, and lights go out like the faces of disappointed women.
I heard it all before: nothing will be the same, your life is going to change,
each phrase uttered like an apology for not paying for drinks.
And I’m supposed to do [...]
