Archive for June, 2009
Saturday, June 20th, 2009
MUSIC OF TIME: SELECTED AND NEW POEMS by David Ray
Review by Keith Woodruff MUSIC OF TIME: SELECTED AND NEW POEMS by David Ray Backwaters Press 3502 North 52nd St. Omaha, NE 68104-3506 ISBN 0978578244 2006, 364 pp., $25.00 http://thebackwaterspress.com I like to think David Ray is somewhere making a poem about Sacramento’s tent city. By the latest count, it is home to approximately 400 [...]
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Friday, June 19th, 2009
“Dalton’s Law” by Helena Bell
Helena Bell DALTON’S LAW In diving Thumbs-up does not mean okay. Surface, it signals. Abort. Get me out. Here Shore lies 40 miles to our left and my students hope I will remember which loose conglomeration of coral and sea cucumber leads to the anchor line. They’ve no [...]
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Thursday, June 18th, 2009
“Dear Internal Revenue Service” by John Brehm
John Brehm DEAR INTERNAL REVENUE SERVICE Thank you for your letter informing me of the errors in my 2005 filing. I’m enclosing a check for $5,657.00 to cover the tax which I evidently still owe and the interest on that tax. I would hereby like to ask, however, that you forgive the penalty of $1,136.00 [...]
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Wednesday, June 17th, 2009
“Duende” by Joshua Dolezal
Joshua Dolezal DUENDE Shot with a 7mm—mistaken for a bear— he nearly bled to death, slamming through potholes in the hunter’s front seat as the bug splattered windshield grew dark, his shattered femur jiggling like mud. It was a slow fading out, numbness thick in his ears, belly slack with the absence of fear. They [...]
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Tuesday, June 16th, 2009
“On the Poverty of My Imagination” by Tiffany Beechy
Tiffany Beechy ON THE POVERTY OF MY IMAGINATION The problem is, nothing happens in the world. There is distance: vast stretches, wide dun-colored vistas, jungles, lava flows, river deltas, ice fields. But I can walk out my door and run, literally run into the utterly fixed and frozen. I feel confident these dummies multiply ad [...]
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Monday, June 15th, 2009
A RANDOM CENSUS OF SOULS by Samuel Western
Review by Kristin Berkey-Abbott A RANDOM CENSUS OF SOULS by Samuel Western Daniel & Daniel Publishers P.O. Box 2790 McKinleyville, CA 95519 ISBN 978-156474-478-4 2009, 80 pp., $14.00 www.danielpublishing.com When I first saw the title of Samuel Western’s book of poems, I couldn’t resist. A Random Census of Souls: I expected poems that had interesting [...]
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Sunday, June 14th, 2009
“After Six” by Meghan Adler
Meghan Adler AFTER SIX Cheek pressed against the cordless phone, I picture my mother in her Savannah kitchen, leaning both elbows on the glass breakfast table as she asks if I can send her 50 newly minted 2007 pennies. It’s 8:30 p.m. and she wants to give them out to mark her one-year anniversary of [...]
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Saturday, June 13th, 2009
“Over the Hill Where Rock and Roll Dies” by J.V. Brummels
J.V. Brummels OVER THE HILL WHERE ROCK AND ROLL DIES So again this strawberry roan broke in two and scattered halves and cowboy to the wind that breath which like the colt blows baby-sweet one day and harsh as bitter age the next Midnight at last weekend’s party a drunk Floridian rode him out of [...]
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Friday, June 12th, 2009
“Reality Homes” by Chris Anderson
Chris Anderson REALITY HOMES The falling of a leaf onto a pond is one movement in a process composed of many movements. It floats for a while, crisply. Then softens and sinks. It’s funny what comes to mind. All day you think about a woman you haven’t seen in many years. Her soft, brown hair. [...]
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Thursday, June 11th, 2009
“The Neighbor’s Tale” by Phyllis Aboaf
Phyllis Aboaf THE NEIGHBOR’S TALE We live in the same building, A six-story apartment house in Queens. She’s just three doors down, has been there For the last twenty years. I’m more recent. Two years ago I moved in with my husband, Now, my Ex. Things change. She’s thirty years my senior. Twice divorced. From [...]
