Archive for May, 2009
Thursday, May 21st, 2009
“Dawn on Maui” by John Laue
John Laue DAWN ON MAUI The horizontal clouds above Molokai and Lanai are turning pearly. I sit with a cigarette looking through the interstices of a palm tree, watching light come slowly to the sky and ocean. All night long I’ve heard white noise, seen white lines of phosphorescent surf advance through darkness. Once a [...]
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Wednesday, May 20th, 2009
FAR FROM ALGIERS by Djelloul Marbrook
Review by Michael Meyerhofer FAR FROM ALGIERS by Djelloul Marbrook Kent State University Press 307 Lowry Hall P.O. Box 5190 Kent, Ohio 44242 ISBN 978-0-87338-987-7 2008, 72 pp., $14.00 http://upress.kent.edu Djelloul Marbrook’s first book, Far From Algiers, is the kind of book you want to buy over and over—partly so you can support such a [...]
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Tuesday, May 19th, 2009
“Hello, I Must Be Going” by Krista Klanderman
Krista Klanderman HELLO, I MUST BE GOING When we finally took her cigarettes away Nana tried to smoke chicken bones, lighting each gnarled end with matches we forgot to check her pocket for. “You’re a sweetie” was her mantra, repeated like her old blue parakeet she forgot to feed, and it died slowly, like the [...]
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Monday, May 18th, 2009
“In the Bleachers” by David Kelly-Hedrick
David Kelly-Hedrick IN THE BLEACHERS We stand on the sidelines watching our children play. We cheer for our kids and against the others, though we could try cheering for the other kids and against our own, or, we might join with the opposing parents and cheer for all our kids, and against everyone on the [...]
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Sunday, May 17th, 2009
“Motel Night Attendant” by Mark Evan Johnston
Mark Evan Johnston MOTEL NIGHT ATTENDANT Out here on Route 38, I’ve learned the difference between noise and sound. Sound is familiar: the whirr and clank of the ice machine, the clink of a radiator, the sough of the wind, an occasional train. Here noise means trouble. Number 32, angry with his wife, throws a [...]
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Saturday, May 16th, 2009
“The Day I Got My Timing Down” by D.R. James
D.R. James THE DAY I GOT MY TIMING DOWN It was in that phase of pure sarcasm, midteens, when guys work out an awkward stance, work their pack’s patter till they maybe have it. I don’t really remember the day but the single-moment wonder of hitting my first come-back just right by accident, then their [...]
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Friday, May 15th, 2009
ORDINARY GENIUS by Kim Addonizio
Review by Sandee Lyles ORDINARY GENIUS by Kim Addonizio W. W. NORTON & COMPANY, INC. 500 Fifth Avenue New York, N.Y. 10110 ISBN 978-0-393-33416-6 2009, 288 pp., $16.95 www.wwnorton.com “Art is therapeutic. It helps you to take something that is within you and make a place for it outside of yourself,” Kim Addonizio declares. Co-author [...]
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Thursday, May 14th, 2009
“Circle of Cranes” by Luisa A. Igloria
Luisa A. Igloria CIRCLE OF CRANES I will stand like the flame in the flame… I will stand very still in your absence… —David St. John They have stepped out of one rectangular sheet, the six that now touch wingtip to wingtip and, wordless, hum the white notes of the song hollowed out of paper—anthem [...]
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Wednesday, May 13th, 2009
“Attempt” by Elizabeth Hoover
Elizabeth Hoover ATTEMPT after Imogen Cunningham She had studied the art of the tea ceremony in Nagasaki before the war and said that, although technically perfect, she lacked something— the translator struggled for a bit then settled on sad sentience, but it was more—the beauty of imperfection, the absence of desire, a hint of perishability. [...]
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Tuesday, May 12th, 2009
“Will Buddhism Survive?” by Peter Harris
Peter Harris WILL BUDDHISM SURVIVE? Only if we all become that second baseman who dove to his right, snagged the liner, thudded to a stop on his belly, too late to get up or change hands, too late to do anything but what he could not do, had never tried, could not have done if [...]
