Archive for February, 2009
Wednesday, February 18th, 2009
“Claiming to Be Canadian” by Andrew Miller
Andrew Miller CLAIMING TO BE CANADIAN When they come for you, digging in your breast-coat pockets, riffling your face with their stares, weeping over what the men of your country have done to the women of theirs— claim to be Canadian, your face crimping into a windswept innocence, as when a man seeks shelter from [...]
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Tuesday, February 17th, 2009
“Monarchs” by Caryn Lazzuri
Caryn Lazzuri MONARCHS The edge of your brain opened underwater when the riptide drug you past the breakers. I could see you from the shore; your drowning was slow motion, a paper butterfly buffeted by wind. But then the ocean burped you up. You swam in, exhausted. When we woke in the morning, the monarchs [...]
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Monday, February 16th, 2009
“The Lesson” by Lynne Knight
Lynne Knight THE LESSON My first class left a little early. He came in, hesitant. I need for someone look my grammar, he said, holding out a sheet of paper the color of old mushrooms. His hand was dirty, his coat, his clothes. You teacher? he asked. You could help me with the English? I [...]
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Sunday, February 15th, 2009
EXCHANGING LIVES by Damon McLaughlin
Review by Ted Gilley EXCHANGING LIVES by Damon McLaughlin Backwaters Press 3502 North 52nd St. Omaha, NE 68104-3506 ISBN 0979393485 2008, 71 pp., $16.00 www.thebackwaterspress.com The opening pages of Damon McLaughlin’s Exchanging Lives carries a quote by Hermann Hesse, author of the novels Siddhartha and Steppenwolf, among others: “What isn’t part of ourselves doesn’t disturb [...]
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Saturday, February 14th, 2009
“Work” by Robert King
Robert King WORK The workmen over and above the fence fit bricks, lift mortar, slap it accurately in place. Guilty by sitting idle, I imagine they envy my luxury of doing nothing until I remember the days I had my hands full of shovel, the dragline plowing the ditch of a sewer through a future [...]
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Friday, February 13th, 2009
“My Grandfather’s 90th” by Jared Harel
Jared Harel MY GRANDFATHER’S 90TH Everyone not dead was there: that couple from Poland, his friends from the Y. And there was my grandfather in his best grey suit, an old golden watch, sipping ginger-ale like a glass of champagne. This is how I’ve come to remember him: wedged between well-wishers, waiters with hors-d’oeuvres, yet [...]
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Thursday, February 12th, 2009
“Assisted Living” by Joy Gaines Friedler
Joy Gaines Friedler ASSISTED LIVING A woman downstairs is speaking Spanish on a cell phone. She hasn’t taken a breath in forty minutes. Her task is to guard the rice pale women that sit beside her in wheelchairs asleep in the shade. They are like the shredded skin of exotic insects. Exquisite. They are feathers [...]
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Wednesday, February 11th, 2009
“Basho’s Frog” by Marvin Bell
Marvin Bell BASHO’S FROG The plop of Basho’s famous frog when it leapt into the pond, thus seeming to pierce the ancient water, which circled and instantly resealed itself, offers us the chance to crack the silence that overtook the empires and their far flung armies by hearing again that which the armies could not [...]
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Tuesday, February 10th, 2009
LOOKING FOR AN EYE by Peter Krok
Review by Michael Morell LOOKING FOR AN EYE by Peter Krok FootHills Publishing P.O. Box 68 Kanona, NY, 14856 ISBN: 0-941053-54-7 2008, 74 pp., $15.00 www.foothillspublishing.com In Looking For An Eye’s title poem, the first poem of the book, Peter Krok wastes no time getting right to the heart of his subject matter: Fumbling in [...]
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Monday, February 9th, 2009
“First Divorce” by Jamey Hecht
Jamey Hecht FIRST DIVORCE after Lattimore’s Homer We live on the flat surface of the world, and compared with a god, We can do nothing. If the god or the god’s divine messenger Were to come to Manhattan and approach this parkbench and sit beside me— And there is plenty of space for him or [...]
