Archive for June, 2009
Tuesday, June 30th, 2009
“DANCING AT THE DEVIL’S PARTY: ESSAYS ON POETRY, POLITICS, AND THE EROTIC” by Alicia Suskin Ostriker
Review by Moira Richards DANCING AT THE DEVIL’S PARTY: ESSAYS ON POETRY, POLITICS, AND THE EROTIC by Alicia Suskin Ostriker University of Michigan Press 839 Greene Street Ann Arbor, MI 48104-3209 ISBN 978-0-472-09696-1 2000, 136 pp., $14.95 http://www.press.umich.edu I devour books like this. I live across the world from Alicia Ostriker and my education barely [...]
2 Comments » - Posted in E-Reviews by Megan
Monday, June 29th, 2009
“Not Everything I Do Is Magic” by David M. DeLeon
David M. deLeon NOT EVERYTHING I DO IS MAGIC Consider, Sally: the way the sun shines laterally below stormclouds. And the clipped exuberance of green. And there’s everything that passes by in a single still moment, there’s the messy kanji of branches, the superscript of birds. There’s that warmth that someone you don’t mind sitting [...]
No Comments » - Posted in Audio,Poems by Timothy Green
Sunday, June 28th, 2009
“Breaking Babies” by Christine Gelineau
Christine Gelineau BREAKING BABIES Nobody breaks ranch stock the old way now, leaving those youngsters wild till two or three then snub ’em down, cinch ’em up, and pow, spring to the saddle and set ’em free. They’d sunfish, crow-hop, leap and roll, frantic to lose the catamount hooked to their back. The cowboy had [...]
No Comments » - Posted in Poems,Tributes by Timothy Green
Saturday, June 27th, 2009
“Cottonwood Blues” by Thea Gavin
Thea Gavin COTTONWOOD BLUES Somewhere along Highway 395 In the pasture over west— when cottonwood shimmer fills the air the lizard in me wants to rest up on a silvered fence rail; there, twitchless between red dirt and sky, I’d blend into the wind-carved wood, let the dark birds circle, [...]
1 Comment » - Posted in Poems,Tributes by Timothy Green
Friday, June 26th, 2009
“Mahler in New York” by Joseph Fasano
Joseph Fasano MAHLER IN NEW YORK Now when I go out, the wind pulls me into the grave. I go out to part the hair of a child I left behind, and he pushes his face into my cuffs, to smell the wind. If I carry my father with me, it is the way a [...]
3 Comments » - Posted in Audio,Awards,Poems by Timothy Green
Thursday, June 25th, 2009
FEAR by Pamela Garvey
Review by Rebecca Ellis FEAR by Pamela Garvey Finishing Line Press Post Office Box 1626 Georgetown, KY 40324 ISBN 978-1-59924-236-1 2008, 27 pp., $12.00 www.amazon.com If only I could’ve pinned the angel down. But the angel is winds sweeping through fingers like sand, each grain gliding coldly up the arms into the frantic heart, then [...]
No Comments » - Posted in E-Reviews by Megan
Wednesday, June 24th, 2009
“Dark Coats” by Trent Busch
Trent Busch DARK COATS Bright as a red dress on a drab street to the eye I was once to the stopped moment when she, as I, saw others in a mist of dark coats going to and from work or at Christmas time in and out of shops alone trying to find right presents [...]
No Comments » - Posted in Poems by Timothy Green
Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009
“Expiration Dates” by James Best
James Best EXPIRATION DATES There was a peeling little grocery on the corner of Rice Lake where my brother worked between fifteen and seventeen. A nothing much happens place in a town too big to know anyone. Robbed once, and solved and nothing even close to scandal. Sometimes the owner’s son would smoke pot behind [...]
1 Comment » - Posted in Poems by Timothy Green
Monday, June 22nd, 2009
“At a Party on Ellis Island, Watching Fireworks” by Traci Brimhall
Traci Brimhall AT A PARTY ON ELLIS ISLAND WATCHING FIREWORKS The man next to me sings God Bless America even though he knows the Statue of Liberty is unsafe to enter. He sings my home, sweet home, and I bless fireworks breaking over our heads. Bless three islands held apart by tunneled water. Bless bridges, [...]
2 Comments » - Posted in Audio,Poems by Timothy Green
Sunday, June 21st, 2009
“Farrier” by Cal Freeman
Cal Freeman FARRIER A barn cat’s complaint set to the pitch of curdled milk, the poem for Bill is no good. Bill, it gets no better: a stone so useless it refuses to skip or sail or barter against the wind’s heft. Your words sprayed like gravel across the moat and landed somewhere in the [...]
