Archive for July, 2009
Saturday, July 11th, 2009
“Fence Posts Made of Stone” by Al ‘Doc’ Mehl
Al “Doc” Mehl FENCE POSTS MADE OF STONE In the heart of central Kansas, Near my daddy’s boyhood home, There are miles and miles of fences Where the posts…are made of stone. In the middle of the Great Plains, Where a tree could scarce be found, Men carved out limestone pillars, And they sunk them [...]
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Friday, July 10th, 2009
MEMORY AND RAIN by Jim Natal
Review by Alexa Mergen MEMORY AND RAIN by Jim Natal Red Hen Press P.O. Box 3537 Granada Hills, CA 91394 ISBN: 978-1-59709-136-7 2009, 101 pp., $18.95 www.redhen.org In 101 pages, Memory and Rain carries variety in theme, form and subject that keeps a reader returning. Motifs repeat—rain, windmills, cats, rivers, trails and roads—but placed freshly [...]
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Thursday, July 9th, 2009
“Pentimento” by Jennifer Pruden Colligan
Jennifer Pruden Colligan PENTIMENTO In a painting, it is called pentimento when years later the artist’s original intent shows through. The woman sits, her face drawn a little inward. She holds a dog. But there is a ghostly outline of a baby on her lap. The house gapes, broken. Bricks have fallen from the façade, [...]
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Wednesday, July 8th, 2009
“Aposematic” by Elizabeth J. Colen
Elizabeth J. Colen APOSEMATIC In rat colonies, the women don’t die. They get stuck on glue traps and dropped out of windows of fifth-floor tenements while foraging for food. Sometimes they don’t fade right away. Their little legs break from the fall and they land, belly down on the sticky, their tails flapping around. I’ve [...]
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Tuesday, July 7th, 2009
“An Honest Man’s Profile for Internet Dating” by Bruce Cohen
Bruce Cohen AN HONEST MAN’S PROFILE FOR INTERNET DATING I like to call my women Cookie or Doll, but never That Dame. I expect them comfortable with self-service, able to pump high octane in an evening gown while sipping a ginormous Blue Raspberry Slushie. I like my chicks to be twins at least, or triplets, [...]
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Monday, July 6th, 2009
“Crash” by Anna Evans
Anna Evans CRASH Accident weather: sheet rain, relentless spray thrown up from tires, the road a slippery gray in which car headlights shimmer like fish scales, while drowning houses blink through damp green veils. And I take care now; I take so much care to feed the wheel through fingers, prayer by prayer for all [...]
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Sunday, July 5th, 2009
RHYTHM AND BOOZE by Julie Kane
Review by Mary Meriam RHYTHM AND BOOZE by Julie Kane University of Illinois Press 1325 South Oak Street Champaign, IL 61820-6903 ISBN 978-0-252-07140-9 2003, 88 pp., $14.95 http://www.press.uillinois.edu/ Once upon a time, there was a powerful ruler called King Booze. Almost all the people were in thrall to King Booze, who was vicious and bloodthirsty [...]
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Saturday, July 4th, 2009
“On the Day of the Translation Workshop” by Alicia Casey
Alicia Casey ON THE DAY OF TRANSLATION WORKSHOP Oscar is gone. He is gone. Lost to speed on a highway we never saw him dare in daylight. I repeat: He will never come home. I see him as a kitten, fitting inside my palm, a comma, growing into his question-mark tail. He lapped the lips [...]
2 Comments » - Posted in Poems by Timothy Green
Friday, July 3rd, 2009
Received for Review in June
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 or any back issue of Rattle as payment. [...]
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Friday, July 3rd, 2009
“Last Meal” by Marcus Cafagña
Marcus Cafagña LAST MEAL In spite of doctor’s orders, she ate meat and greasy fried potatoes after weeks of eating nothing but miso and rice for a bleeding colon, hiding her meds, most nights curled at the edge of oblivion. Or she would rise from bed in terror until I flicked on the light, opened [...]
