Archive for August, 2009
Tuesday, August 11th, 2009
“A Plastic Dashboard Jesus? You Kiddin’?” by Red Shuttleworth
Red Shuttleworth A PLASTIC DASHBOARD JESUS? YOU KIDDIN’? I’d rather worm dogs for a living, she said, drunk as ten Saturday night cowgirls, but she clobbered into his pick-up truck outside of Minot, said, Okay, gimme shelter. The night was cold as half-frozen milk. An hour later she told the rancher, I’m so bored I [...]
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Monday, August 10th, 2009
WHO’S TO SAY WHAT’S HOME by Kim Calder
Review by Angela Micheli Otwell WHO’S TO SAY WHAT’S HOME by Kim Calder Writ Large Press Los Angeles, California ISBN 978-0-9814836-1-0 2008, 129 pp., $15.00 www.writlargepress.com Kim Calder’s poems in Who’s to Say What’s Home are largely first-person narratives about living in the desert and pursuing mirages, specifically the promise that alcohol might sate every [...]
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Sunday, August 9th, 2009
“A Family Matter” by Bob Hicok
Bob Hicok A FAMILY MATTER Of course, when my mother asked that I give my wife a kiss for her, I did so, telling my wife, I am my mother, kissing you. My wife’s mother, it turns out, had asked the same, so of course she told me, I am my mother, kissing you back. [...]
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Saturday, August 8th, 2009
“Showdown” by Luke Shuttleworth
Luke Shuttleworth SHOWDOWN Sunday afternoon dust devils chase my horse down a trail Lined with cattle carcasses and sun-bleached bones. Rattlers and scorpions cross beneath my mustang’s hooves. I’m four, riding my trike from the black barn To the faded-white Nebraska ranch house For chocolate ice cream. My mom serves up a cone. Ice cream [...]
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Friday, August 7th, 2009
“Bonnard’s Wife’s Ashes” by Paula Goldman
Paula Goldman BONNARD’S WIFE’S ASHES Stooped shoulders, small breasts. The womanly head bent, Marthe, the model he made wife in 1925, She was upset someone might whisper, “She’s one of those women one doesn’t marry.” Even here, her meager shoulders seem to carry lead. The shadow of her head blackens the tub. She invented a [...]
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Thursday, August 6th, 2009
“Spring in the Country” by David Romtvedt
David Romtvedt SPRING IN THE COUNTRY And sheep are led to the shearing shed. They tumble out, shivering, bleeding. What good to tell them, “look toward the blades, not away.” –from Rattle #30, Winter 2008 Tribute to Cowboy & Western Poetry
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Wednesday, August 5th, 2009
IN THE VOICE OF A MINOR SAINT by Sarah J. Sloat
Review by Ash Bowen IN THE VOICE OF A MINOR SAINT by Sarah J. Sloat Tilt Press 9309 Plashet Lane Charlotte, North Carolina 28227 2009, 22 pp., $8.00 www.tiltpress.com For the past five years or so, I have not only read, but actively sought out, poems by Sarah J. Sloat. Her poems are replete with [...]
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Tuesday, August 4th, 2009
“Virginia” by Ted Gilley
Ted Gilley VIRGINIA Of my sixth-grade teacher, Mr. Smith, I remember imperfectly some details: his face, perhaps, was paper-white and his hands delicate as shells, and that he settled these deep in the pockets of a dark topcoat; that he drove a black Studebaker, was graduated from a teachers’ college in the deeper South, that [...]
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Monday, August 3rd, 2009
“Love Letter After the Fact” by Jennifer Malesich
Jennifer Malesich LOVE LETTER AFTER THE FACT Out here I thought the wind would be kind to us. Would offer some kind of resolution, a new direction north. New stars to see by on clear nights when the temperature drops and we find each other without maps. You’ll be surprised that I’ve started enjoying the [...]
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Sunday, August 2nd, 2009
“Bach in the DC Subway” by David Lee Garrison
David Lee Garrison BACH IN THE DC SUBWAY As an experiment, the Washington Post asked a concert violinist— wearing jeans, tennis shoes, and a baseball cap— to stand near a trash can at rush hour in the subway and play Bach on a Stradivarius. Partita No. 2 in D Minor called out to commuters like [...]
