Archive for April, 2009
Thursday, April 30th, 2009
BUNDLE O’ TINDER by Rose Kelleher
Review by Mary Meriam BUNDLE O’ TINDER by Rose Kelleher The Waywiser Press P.O. Box 6025 Baltimore, MD 21206 ISBN: 978-1904130-33-8 2008, 88 pp., £7.99 www.waywiser-press.com Why do we read poems? Poems can be songs, prayers, chronicles, confessions, memories, meditations, complaints, portraits. Poems give us contact with the world and help us feel less alone. [...]
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Wednesday, April 29th, 2009
“Building Nicole’s Mama” by Patricia Smith
Patricia Smith Building Nicole’s Mama for the 6th grade class of Lillie C. Evans School, Liberty City, Miami I am astonished at their mouthful names— Lakinishia, Chevellanie, Delayo, Fumilayo— their ragged rebellions and lip-glossed pouts, and all those pants drooped as drapery. I rejoice when they kiss my face, whisper wet and urgent in my [...]
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Tuesday, April 28th, 2009
“Present” by Brent Fisk
Brent Fisk PRESENT Unlearning the language, her tongue becomes pure muscle, its strength lies in secrets and silence. Her eyes have the look of surprise, the gaze of someone answering a door. Long past confusing daughter with mother, or sister with childhood friend, she waits in a bright blue dress on her 83rd birthday, legs [...]
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Monday, April 27th, 2009
“My Father’s Coat” by Marc Kelly Smith
Marc Kelly Smith MY FATHER’S COAT I’m wearing my father’s coat. He has died. I didn’t like him, But I wear the coat. I’m wearing the coat of my father, Who is dead. I didn’t like him, But I wear the coat just the same. A younger man, stopping me on the street, Has asked, [...]
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Sunday, April 26th, 2009
“I Wanted to Be” by Marc Kelly Smith
Marc Kelly Smith I WANTED TO BE I wanted to be so many things. Bigger than I was. A tall tower of building blocks. A shoelace tied so fast. Jelly spread smoothly to the corners of the bread. I wanted to be so good. A smile on everyone’s face. Folded hands. A clean desk. All [...]
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Saturday, April 25th, 2009
LAWRENCE BOOTH’S BOOK OF VISIONS by Maurice Manning
Review by Casey Thayer LAWRENCE BOOTH’S BOOK OF VISIONS by Maurice Manning Yale University Press P.O. Box 209040 New Haven, CT 06520-9040 ISBN 9-780300-089981 2001, 80 pp., $16.00 http://yalepress.yale.edu The Yale Series of Younger Poets has a long history of highlighting the most promising new talents in American poetry, among them John Ashbery, Jack Gilbert, [...]
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Friday, April 24th, 2009
“After the Bowling Stopped” by Thadra Sheridan
Thadra Sheridan AFTER THE BOWLING STOPPED Last night, this guy played guitar on stage, and it made me think of you, because you play guitar on stage. So I spent the next fifteen minutes running a mental slide show. LOS ANGLES: You gave me half of your egg salad sandwich. INDIANAPOLIS: You grab me, because [...]
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Thursday, April 23rd, 2009
“Aurora Borealis” by György Faludy
György Faludy AURORA BOREALIS Between clouds I looked up at the sky and down on the ground: snow clouds, snow cover, the same above as below. The freeze was sitting everywhere, busy at work: its huge green needle had the whole Bering Sea to sew. After landing we hunted Japanese soldiers for seven days. I [...]
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Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009
“T.S. Eliot’s Lost Hip Hop Poem” by Jeremy Richards
Jeremy Richards T.S. ELIOT’S LOST HIP HOP POEM Let us roll then, you and I, the evening stretched out against the sky like a punk ass I laid out with my phat rhymes. The eternal footman is no one to fuck with. Alas, he shall bring the ruckus. You think that you can step to [...]
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Tuesday, April 21st, 2009
“Accidental Potatoes” by Derek Economy
Derek Economy ACCIDENTAL POTATOES The history of intentions is overgrown with rogue vines and unwanted blossoms. Our potatoes, you might call them weeds, sprouted from compost amid the peppers, unplanned if not unplanted. We simply lacked purpose, our vision clouded by our own designs. Yet here was a plan, not ours, that we performed like [...]
