Archive for March, 2009
Tuesday, March 31st, 2009
“The Day Jam Master Jay Died” by Kevin Coval
Kevin Coval THE DAY JAM MASTER JAY DIED woke unsure how to pay rent check hadn’t come in from county too many months living like artist with no net to break the fall went to my brother’s class at Kelvyn Park taught Luis Rodriguez in freshman honors two poems about neighborhood folk / one heroin-addicted [...]
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Monday, March 30th, 2009
UNDID IN THE LAND OF UNDONE by Lee Upton
Review by L.J. Sysko UNDID IN THE LAND OF UNDONE by Lee Upton New Issues Poetry & Prose Western Michigan University 1903 W. Michigan Avenue Kalamazoo, MI 49008-5463 ISBN 1-930974-72-8 / 978-1-930974-72-2 2007, 81 pp., $14.00 http://www.wmich.edu/~newissue/ Lee Upton is lucky she is a poet over 40-years-old. If she were any younger, she would have [...]
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Sunday, March 29th, 2009
Received for Review in March
Once again, here’s how our review process works: If you’d like to review any of these books or literary journals (or any from the full list), let us know, and we’ll mail it to you. Write a review of at least 600 words, and if we publish it, we’ll also send you the forthcoming copy [...]
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Sunday, March 29th, 2009
“The Sacrifice” by Michelle Bitting
Michelle Bitting THE SACRIFICE I think about how you stayed up nights, Mother, drinking coffee at your sewing machine. The time you never went to bed finishing my Isadora Duncan costume— diaphanous number cut from a swell of black crepe for the mad-grief dance after her children accidentally drowned. Remember waking to find the garment [...]
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Saturday, March 28th, 2009
“If to Say” by Gregory Orr and Trisha Orr
TRISHA ORR: “These paintings were generated in response to an invitation to collaborate with my husband, the poet Gregory Orr, for an exhibit entitled ‘Love Letter Invitational’ at the Second Street Gallery in Charlottesville, Virginia. The exhibit consisted of collaborative works done by writers and artists on the subject of ‘love.’ Greg and I had [...]
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Friday, March 27th, 2009
“Every Element is Relevant” by Marlon O. Carey
Marlon O. Carey EVERY ELEMENT IS RELEVANT Every element is relevant And significant Like a herd of African elephants Marching slowly through the tenements Or similar to seeds submerged in sediment I eventually emerge to serve as evidence A phantom menace Like my lame ass ex-girlfriend Who attempted to insult my intelligence But she was [...]
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Wednesday, March 25th, 2009
WILD WEST by Judith Rechter
Review by Mary Meriam WILD WEST by Judith Rechter RAW ArT PRESS ISBN 978-0-9729185-4-1 2007, 64 pp., $12.00 www.rawartpress.com Life is a perilous balancing act. In a flash, the comforts we cling to can be stripped away. Judith Rechter’s book of poems, Wild West, is a wild ride through the perilous world. Animals and people [...]
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Tuesday, March 24th, 2009
“Piraha” by Grace Bruenderman
Grace Bruenderman PIRAHA Somewhere in Brazil near the Amazon River a tribe called the Piraha lives and quivers runs and slithers as they curl and cling to the Amazon bank they sing as much as they talk they “ohhhm” as much as they walk. Because the Piraha have no language for numbers or feelings just [...]
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Monday, March 23rd, 2009
“Midnight” by Shannon Amidon
Shannon Amidon MIDNIGHT They were never cold before the night she found him in the near dark kitchen holding a 20-gauge like a crutch, leaning into the corner between oak cabinets. Able to think of nothing else, she asked him for a story from his boyhood. His damp cheeks glistened in the glow of the [...]
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Sunday, March 22nd, 2009
“Mandate” by Roger Bonair-Agard
Roger Bonair-Agard MANDATE after Patrick Rosal To laugh at weaker boys (or at least the less sharp-tongued) to kick ball till the moon rose or something vital bled—we lived To wait like predator for the first note of a slow jam [...]
