Archive for September, 2009
Wednesday, September 30th, 2009
DIVINE COMEDY: JOURNEYS THROUGH A REGIONAL GEOGRAPHY by John Kinsella
Review by Julia Istomina DIVINE COMEDY: JOURNEYS THROUGH A REGIONAL GEOGRAPHY by John Kinsella W.W. Norton 500 Fifth Avenue New York, N.Y. 10110 ISBN 978-0-393-06655-5 2008, 400 pp., $34.95 www.wwnorton.com Human beings are caught in a harrowing conflict. Air, trees, sky, antelopes, the earth beneath us, placed into our hands for use–as we have the [...]
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Tuesday, September 29th, 2009
“Hunting” by Joan Dy
Joan Dy HUNTING For a year, my father killed turtles. During the summer, he and his friends waited for them to bank on the beach at night like small, shipwrecked vessels. Dressed in damp linen and old sandals, they smoked cigarettes under the cliffs until a turtle emerged from the white surf —see how the [...]
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Monday, September 28th, 2009
“Cnidaria” by Lisa L. Siedlarz
Lisa L. Siedlarz CNIDARIA He is brain dead. His tongue moves, touches lips as if to moisten them. Grandpa’s tongue—heaving of the soul pushing, pushing at the portal. Tongue to eat. Tongue to speak. Tongue to kiss. Tongue—a jellyfish whose tentacles stray to sting us. This hospital room is hazy. Yet I know it like [...]
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Sunday, September 27th, 2009
“Baghdad, Mon Amour” by Salah al Hamdani
Salah al Hamdani —translated by Molly Deschenes* BAGHDAD, MON AMOUR You cannot be crucified On the side of a page Of a story that is not your own, Nor to the rhythm of the deaths that brood your plagues Because there will be no cry to relieve your grief. You cannot be crucified on the [...]
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Saturday, September 26th, 2009
“Doing Lineups on my Birthday” by Richard S. Bank
Richard S. Bank DOING LINEUPS ON MY BIRTHDAY First you flew over the jungle canopy, your chopper throbbing like a heart. I was in the movement, striving against it all. We crossed swords in the frenetic courtroom, you in high boots and fifty-mission crush describing how blood glistens on the dull 3:00 AM streets as [...]
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Friday, September 25th, 2009
SHE DANCES LIKE MUSSOLINI by David James
Review by James Benton SHE DANCES LIKE MUSSOLINI by David James March Street Press 3413 Wilshire Greensboro, NC 27408 ISBN 1-59661-105-7 2009, 60 pp., $15.00 marchstreetpress.com Imagine those famous paintings of dogs playing poker. Now imagine the kind of person who hangs those paintings on the wall of his man-cave, not because he thinks of [...]
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Thursday, September 24th, 2009
“Love of Distance” by Prartho Sereno
Prartho Sereno LOVE OF DISTANCE He’s enchanted with the idea of reaching through space, wants me to wait by the window while he climbs the far-off mountain, sets up the light, flashes something back in Morse code. He says we should begin studying our dots and dashes, along with smoke signals, the extravagantly long rolled [...]
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Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009
“So You Said What You Had to Say” by Susan Abraham
Susan Abraham SO YOU SAID WHAT YOU HAD TO SAY So you said what you had to say, so what if your words are like a road that finally got paved; so what if the wheels that were always spinning now have a place to roll, their own lane beside the bicycles, and the cars [...]
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Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009
“Why Women’s Knees are So Pretty” by Nick Carbo
Nick Carbo WHY WOMEN’S KNEES ARE SO PRETTY In the old days the Blaans believed that a man could not be told apart from a woman. The word for man and woman was not yet known and there was no father or mother either, there was just one parent. Each individual had a penis and [...]
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Monday, September 21st, 2009
“Poet and Audience” by Erik Campbell
Erik Campbell POET AND AUDIENCE I The Argument: You Wondered Why You Weren‘t Published It’s because the postman has opened All your submissions and kept them Tucked your words, as it were, under His proverbial, federal wing. And just so you know, Your love poems work. He reads them to his wife in bed Before [...]
