Archive for July, 2009
Tuesday, July 21st, 2009
“Cow Songs” by M.E. Hope
M.E. Hope COW SONGS I do not doubt that he loved the long-backed cows more than me, and many mornings he bounded more lithe than a calf at the chance to be out in the barn, head pressed to flank, as he hummed whatever tune the milk pail found. And those days that the snow [...]
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Monday, July 20th, 2009
MILK CHIP MONDAY by Julie Otten
Review by Emme Devonish MILK CHIP MONDAY by Julie Otten Pavement Saw Press P.O. Box 6291 Columbus, OH 43206 ISBN 1-886350-64-7 2006, 84pp., $12.00 www.pavementsaw.org Julie Otten’s Milk Chip Monday tracks a girl’s life from adolescence to womanhood. Her long narrative poems resemble diary entries. The verses are marked with direct, graphic language, which leaves [...]
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Sunday, July 19th, 2009
“My People” by Hilary Melton
Hilary Melton MY PEOPLE Lately, every book I pick up is about someone talking about some loved one dead or dying— Alzheimer’s, cancer, old age. Me, I have five dead people. Two of them are my parents. The other three surprise me, how much they come around. Michael said I was the first person he [...]
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Saturday, July 18th, 2009
“Everything & Nothing” by Gregory Crosby
Gregory Crosby EVERYTHING & NOTHING™ The spines, unbroken, on the shelves of Borders, of Barnes & Noble. Killing an hour this way without you feels like betrayal. Once we loitered without intent the controlled-climate of shopping arcades, when the apartment walls closed in or we giggled, giddy, romancing the materialism, marriage, a Sunday. Figures in [...]
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Friday, July 17th, 2009
“The Calf in the Pantry” by Mark D. Hart
Mark D. Hart THE CALF IN THE PANTRY At the base of cream-colored cabinets, the milk of his newborn face gazing toward the kitchen, the brown rug of his body shivering on the linoleum, unlicked and slick with the balm of his intrauterine life, the abandoned calf, legs bent and untried beneath him, lay at [...]
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Thursday, July 16th, 2009
“Watching The Wizard of Oz, Summer 1988″ by Rebecca Lehmann
Rebecca Lehmann WATCHING THE WIZARD OF OZ, SUMMER 1988 Such was the summer of repetition: I lived in a purple one-piece swimsuit. The humid slats of the painted wood floor stuck like chewed gum to the backs of my thighs, as I watched Dorothy’s blanched Monopoly house fall again and again on the Witch of [...]
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Wednesday, July 15th, 2009
ONEIROMANCE by Kathleen Rooney
Review by Marilyn McCabe ONEIROMANCE by Kathleen Rooney Switchback Books PO Box 478868 Chicago, IL 60647 ISBN 978-0-978612-3-3 2007, 62 pp., $14.00 www.switchbackbooks.com The poems in Oneiromance, the 2007 Gatewood Prize winner from Switchback Books, may be dreams, as many are designated by their titles, but Kathleen Rooney is wide awake to the comic and [...]
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Tuesday, July 14th, 2009
“My Grandfather Only Wears Brown” by Megan Collins
Megan Collins MY GRANDFATHER ONLY WEARS BROWN And he hasn’t told anyone he loves them since the war (the real one, as he calls it, when he shook on the coast of Normandy). The closest we ever got was when he built us a dollhouse—beige shingles, brown shutters, green carpet in the bedrooms. He inscribed [...]
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Monday, July 13th, 2009
“When There’s Frost Upon the Ponies” by D.W. Groethe
D.W. Groethe WHEN THERE’S FROST UPON THE PONIES When there’s frost upon the ponies an’ snow drift on the ground, an’ that yeller sun comes creepin’ through the cedars all around, a feller gets to thinkin’ maybe winter ain’t so bad, starts shuckin’ off the mem’ries of the blizzards that we’ve had. The squeakin’ an’ [...]
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Sunday, July 12th, 2009
“Nameless Boy” by Douglas Goetsch
Douglas Goetsch NAMELESS BOY 1. My friends didn’t name their third child until they got to know him, far better I think than parents naming children from a Bible or a daydream or a relative who died an untimely death, or worse after themselves, a sad and selfish act. But unless they planned to give [...]
