Archive for September, 2009
Sunday, September 20th, 2009
TAKE IT by Joshua Beckman
Review by Virginia Konchan TAKE IT by Joshua Beckman Wave Books 1938 Fairview Avenue East Suite 201 Seattle, WA 98102 ISBN 978-1933517377 2009, 88 pp., $14.00 www.wavepoetry.com The opening epistolary poem of the stately, silly collection Take It, “Dear Angry Mob,” in the voice of “Ranger Lil,” sets the tone for the book, which, ironically, [...]
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Saturday, September 19th, 2009
“Schroedinger’s Cat” by Wanda Schubmehl
Wanda Schubmehl SCHROEDINGER’S CAT The spaces between, say, raindrops in the act of turning to snow are holy, holding as they do snow rain space equally possible. How is it that you leave me yet again? Embrace is never: contact’s warm illusion disappears, hands pass through memory as through smoke. My breath rises with the [...]
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Friday, September 18th, 2009
“Help (In 47 Languages)” by Denise Duhamel
Denise Duhamel from: HELP (IN 47 LANGUAGES) It is rumored that when the famous linguist William Jacobsen was struck by a car, he shouted, “Help!” in 47 languages. APPI! On the cover of the Help! album, the Beatles spell out a word in semaphore. One would guess—four Beatles, four letters—that the word must be “HELP.” [...]
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Thursday, September 17th, 2009
“Under a Bare Bulb” by Walter Bargen
Walter Bargen UNDER A BARE BULB She whispers not this bed, chair, room, the next room, porch. Too familiar, predictable, the boredom unrelenting. The outcome known before it’s expected, thick as molasses and nothing sweet about it. Cloying, yes, long before it reaches the jar’s lip. She’s a growing leak in the kitchen, words running [...]
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Wednesday, September 16th, 2009
“Threading the Bobbin” by Jackie Bartley
Jackie Bartley THREADING THE BOBBIN She’d shout, “I’m threading a bobbin,” and I’d come running like a cat who hears food rattle in her dish, shimmy into the space between her dresser and the sewing machine to watch the shiny metal bobbin whirl on its stalk on top, faster and faster, till one thin thread [...]
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Tuesday, September 15th, 2009
2009 Rattle Poetry Prize Winners
Rattle is proud to announce the winner of the 2009 Rattle Poetry Prize: Lynne Knight Berkeley, CA for “To the Young Man Who Cried Out ‘What Were You Thinking’ When I Backed into His Car“ Honorable Mentions: Michelle Bitting, Pacific Palisades, CA – “Mammary“ Carolyn Creedon, Charlottesville, VA – “How to Be a Cowgirl in [...]
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Monday, September 14th, 2009
WE HAVE ALWAYS BEEN COMING TO THIS MORNING by Greg Kosmicki
Review by Karen Weyant WE HAVE ALWAYS BEEN COMING TO THIS MORNING by Greg Kosmicki Lewis-Clark Press/Sandhills Press ISBN 978-0-911015-57-7 2007, 112 pp., $15.00 www.amazon.com Near the beginning of Greg Kosmicki’s We have always been coming to this morning, he addresses his audience with “My Flag,” a poem that doubles as an invocation. He opens [...]
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Sunday, September 13th, 2009
“Gesture” by Malcolm Alexander
Malcolm Alexander GESTURE At a temple in Bangkok you can purchase a living dove for less than you’d think, but the idea is not to keep it, as pet or meal, but to free it, as gesture, such pure joy in symbolism, you think, until you come to learn the bird is trained and will [...]
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Saturday, September 12th, 2009
“Baby Steps” by Jason Schossler
Jason Schossler BABY STEPS This is the evening my sister drove home in the ’78 Nova that drained her first savings account at Farmer’s National. She folded sweaters for it, tossed newspapers onto porches, scrubbed pots and pans for Dr. Choy who spanked life into us at the county hospital, sacrificing a year’s worth of [...]
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Friday, September 11th, 2009
“Magritte’s Dog” by Deborah Brown
Deborah Brown MAGRITTE’S DOG You don’t want to lose the last glance you’ll ever have of a moon milky and deep in the palm of the sky, and you don’t want to lose this afternoon of mist and rainbow, though the shaken glass ball of this planet swerves closer to its final ditch. You don’t [...]
