Archive for May, 2009
Monday, May 11th, 2009
“Cairo Qasidah” by Sam Hamill
Sam Hamill CAIRO QASIDAH A slow gray-yellow dawn beyond the slow brown Nile, a heavy haze over Cairo as I stood in my window remembering how we paused on a bridge, Amal and I, in fading evening light last night to watch a lean fisherman and his beautiful wife cast their net along the stony [...]
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Sunday, May 10th, 2009
BELOVED COMMUNITY: THE SISTERHOOD OF HOMELESS WOMEN IN POETRY edited by WHEEL
Review by Anne McDuffie BELOVED COMMUNITY: THE SISTERHOOD OF HOMELESS WOMEN IN POETRY A WHEEL Anthology Whit Press 1634 Eleventh Avenue Seattle, WA 98122 ISBN 978-0-9720205-5-8 2007, 247 pp., $17.95 www.WhitPress.org Beloved Community takes its title from Raymond Carver’s late poem, “Last Fragment”: And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? [...]
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Saturday, May 9th, 2009
“Telling the Truth to Daughters” by Christopher Goodrich
Christopher Goodrich TELLING THE TRUTH TO DAUGHTERS There comes a time when even daughters must give themselves, open mouthed, open bodied to the tongue of a boy, knowing he will lick what he likes, and I (oh god) must approve. How can I not and still respect myself? Hasn’t sex with other men’s daughters gotten [...]
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Friday, May 8th, 2009
“Insecticide” by Cassandra Glickman
Cassandra Glickman INSECTICIDE “Once in the madhouse they came like specks of cinnamon…” —Anne Sexton, from “Angels of the Love Affair” One day he opened all the doors, all the windows, for fresh air. “We should do this every week,” he said. “There are bugs coming in,” I said. “They’ll go out again.” Now there [...]
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Thursday, May 7th, 2009
“A Stewardess Smile” by Alan Fox
Alan Fox A STEWARDESS SMILE Who does not enjoy the Snow White glisten of a Stewardess smile. Or, to be politically correct a “flight attendant” smile… but gender differences are real. A recent study instructed that a Waitress smile increased her tips by 28% over less fawning service, but a grinning waiter collected nothing more. [...]
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Wednesday, May 6th, 2009
Received for Review in April
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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Wednesday, May 6th, 2009
“Convenience Stores” by Buddy Wakefield
Buddy Wakefield CONVENIENCE STORES We both know the smell of a convenience store at 4 a.m. like the backs of alotta hands. She sells me trucker crack/Mini-Thins (it’s like Vivarin). She doesn’t make me feel awkward about it. She can tell it’s been a long drive and it’s only gonna get longer. Offers me a [...]
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Tuesday, May 5th, 2009
HER PLACE IN THESE DESIGNS by Rhina P. Espaillat
Review by Donald Mace Williams HER PLACE IN THESE DESIGNS by Rhina P. Espaillat Truman State University Press 100 E. Normal St. Kirksville, MO 63501-4221 ISBN: 978-1-931112-89-5 2008, 91 pp., $15.95 http://tsup.truman.edu If this book is feminist, as its name and the beautiful cover sculpture of a nude woman (by the poet’s husband, Alfred Moskowitz) [...]
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Monday, May 4th, 2009
“Africa Party” by Charlene Fix
Charlene Fix AFRICA PARTY I eye the fish on the table. It looks so dry, so dark, so shriveled that I’m not sure it is a fish. I only suspect. But when my neighbor: young, devoted third-grade teacher, rips its hide with his fingers and yanks off flesh to eat on a cracker, I do [...]
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Sunday, May 3rd, 2009
“The Fisherman” by Chris Featherman
Chris Featherman THE FISHERMAN If I were young, my hands would hurt by dawn from paddling. I would make the worn smooth oar so crude by my touch, novice yet strong enough to send me across the width of the lake. Instead, these fishing nets I throw, one here, by the hidden cove, one further, [...]
