Archive for August, 2009
Friday, August 21st, 2009
“‘The Car That Brought You Here Still Runs’” by Paul Zarzyski
Paul Zarzyski “THE CAR THAT BROUGHT YOU HERE STILL RUNS” —Richard Hugo, from Degrees Gray in Philipsburg It takes more than gasoline and gumption to get you to Zortman—more than whimsy or a wild inkling to rekindle history. It takes a primal prairie need, a kinship with Old Man Winter, with Napi [...]
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Thursday, August 20th, 2009
CRAZY LOVE by Pamela Uschuk
Review by Chad Prevost CRAZY LOVE by Pamela Uschuk Wings Press 627 E Guenther San Antonio, TX, 78210-1134 ISBN 978-0-916727-58-1 2009, 102 pp., $16.00 www.wingspress.com A lyricist of high order, Pamela Uschuk’s Crazy Love, her fourth full-length collection of award-winning poems, is an essential new collection. Uschuk shifts deftly from the personal to the “public,” [...]
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Wednesday, August 19th, 2009
“End of Days” by Marge Piercy
Marge Piercy END OF DAYS Almost always with cats, the end comes creeping over the two of you— she stops eating, his back legs no longer support him, she leans to your hand and purrs but cannot rise—sometimes a whimper of pain although they are stoic. They see death clearly through hooded eyes. Then there [...]
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Tuesday, August 18th, 2009
“Steers in Summer, Lowing” by Larry D. Thomas
Larry D. Thomas STEERS IN SUMMER, LOWING Against a backdrop of blue heaven and mesas hot as blacksmiths’ anvils, still stunned by the musk of men who castrated them as calves, they blanket the bleak range like an unrolled scroll of reddishbrown parchment scrawled with a savage calligraphy of horns. Tails lash hides so sunstruck [...]
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Monday, August 17th, 2009
“My Problem with the World” by Brenda Paro
Brenda Paro MY PROBLEM WITH THE WORLD Occurs because pregnant women wear signs on their bellies that say they’ve spread their legs. Because the smell of sewers rises hot and thick from below sidewalks, beneath the feet of suited business men. Because wherever people congregate (in office meetings, grocery stores), it means a room full [...]
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Sunday, August 16th, 2009
“Sheep Kill” by Jeff Streeby
Jeff Streeby SHEEP KILL for Dave David, for years lost in drug-fogs, opens the throats of stunned lambs. After half his life, grown patriarchal, he puts off all Armour’s gear— safety helmet, goggles, apron, gauntlet, rubber boots, all their iron mesh and leather. Shirtless, his Old Dominion baseball cap backwards, he stands in cut-off Levis [...]
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Saturday, August 15th, 2009
SIXTY SONNETS by Ernest Hilbert
Review by Maryann Corbett SIXTY SONNETS by Ernest Hilbert Red Hen Press P.O. BOX 3537 Granada Hills, CA 91394 ISBN 978-1-59709-361-3 2009, 93 pp., $18.95 www.redhen.org One look at the cover of Sixty Sonnets lets you know you’re dealing with a poet who’s got both slyness and chutzpah—at least if poet Ernest Hilbert and cover [...]
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Friday, August 14th, 2009
“Under the Knife” by Hilary Melton
Hilary Melton UNDER THE KNIFE There must be ways of making sure children don’t remember. The intensity of fear, the proper amount of pain, a certain kind of death threat. My aunt smiles sweetly, tells me she has absolutely no memory before she turned 16. My friend Cal has flashes of someone coming into her [...]
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Thursday, August 13th, 2009
“Authority” by Laurence Snydal
Laurence Snydal AUTHORITY When Norman sent me for the cows I couldn’t bring them in. They stood As if they had all day to browse The short grass down, as if they could Graze all the way to China. When I hollered, some of them would swing Their huge heads round and stare and then [...]
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Wednesday, August 12th, 2009
“Dispatches from the Dream of Personal Flight” by Eric Kocher
Eric Kocher DISPATCHES FROM THE DREAM OF PERSONAL FLIGHT It is my first winter home and the moon appears as if it doesn’t understand its place in the strata of heres and elsewheres. I am getting high because I know how to be part of a body that leaves itself for something ethereal. I think [...]
