Archive for October, 2009
Saturday, October 31st, 2009
“The Death of Old Women” by Elizabeth Smither
Elizabeth Smither THE DEATH OF OLD WOMEN —for Diana Bridge Our mothers: we’ve described symptoms you rarely share outside the family home and not often there: a scalp affliction, the body’s efforts without conscious consent, it seems to breathe. What kills us: lack of air. And how death comes like someone climbing weary stairs for [...]
No Comments » - Posted in Poems,Tributes by Megan
Friday, October 30th, 2009
WITH THE LIGHT OF APRICOTS by Larry D. Thomas
Review by Jeffrey C. Alfier WITH THE LIGHT OF APRICOTS by Larry D. Thomas Lily Press 2007, 20 pp. Free download http://larrydthomas.com/Apricot.pdf (1.7 MB pdf) There is a quietly relentless power running through the lyrics of With the Light of Apricots, Larry D. Thomas’s sixth book of poems, and his first published by an online [...]
No Comments » - Posted in E-Reviews by Megan
Thursday, October 29th, 2009
“Painful Birds” by Elisha Porat
Elisha Porat —Translated from the Hebrew by Ward Kelley and the author. PAINFUL BIRDS The helicopters, skillful, painful birds, Again bombard targets above my head: I sit shaking at my writing desk, I bend down to my notebook, clench My shaking pen. As if they know… As if they sense an inner tracer, a red [...]
3 Comments » - Posted in Poems,Tributes by Megan
Wednesday, October 28th, 2009
“Small Reflection” by Louis Faber
Louis Faber SMALL REFLECTION It is that moment when the moon is a glaring crescent, slowly engulfed by the impending night— when the few clouds give out their fading glow in the jaundiced light of the sodium arc street lamp. It nestles the curb—at first a small bird— when touched, a twisted piece of root. [...]
No Comments » - Posted in Poems,Tributes by Megan
Tuesday, October 27th, 2009
“Western Motel” by J.J. Blickstein
J. J. Blickstein WESTERN MOTEL —for Edward Hopper Red chair. The human sacrifice, a perfect desert, outside the window (window the leash on the decay of the dream) is the entire world. Woman in a red dress on the edge of the bed ready to go or to stay forever— suitcase on the floor, same [...]
No Comments » - Posted in Poems by Tim
Monday, October 26th, 2009
“First Pig” by Douglas Woody Woodsum
Douglas Woody Woodsum FIRST PIG You ever tried to get a pig in a truck? I did last winter in the snow and frozen mud. I made a ramp from scrap-wood and leaned it against the back of the Chevy. I remembered someone telling me, “It takes two very strong but not very smart men [...]
No Comments » - Posted in Poems by Tim
Sunday, October 25th, 2009
THE SPIDER SERMONS by Robert Krut
Review by Haley Larson THE SPIDER SERMONS by Robert Krut BlazeVOX [books] 14 Tremaine Ave. Kenmore, NY 14217 ISBN 9781935402121 2009, 72 pp., $16.00 http://blazevox.org Robert Krut’s newest collection of poems, The Spider Sermons, crawls with surprising grace through disheartened gloom. What could easily have evolved into a “world is dark” mentality instead crafts a [...]
No Comments » - Posted in E-Reviews by Megan
Saturday, October 24th, 2009
“Floaters” by Allen C. Fischer
Allen C. Fischer FLOATERS Black snow…one flake, then another. They don’t go anywhere, don’t come down but drift, float within my eyes like microfeathers caught in delay, suspended in a trance of space. Space, the once and future window that relays my life across its lens, shore to shore across expectation and everything I fear. [...]
No Comments » - Posted in Poems by Megan
Friday, October 23rd, 2009
“Cradle” by Anis Mojgani
Anis Mojgani CRADLE Set the warriors to sea in a ship stacked with shields, layers of swords, mountains of gold. Lay them out with their wife. With their child. Lay them out with their livestock, with the whole farm. The rain is not coming here. Not today. For today the gods welcome one of their [...]
No Comments » - Posted in Poems by Megan
Thursday, October 22nd, 2009
“Chewing Gum Upskirt” by Vince Gotera
Vince Gotera CHEWING GUM UPSKIRT On the Avenue of the Americas, at noon two weeks ago Tuesday, a nun paced the grimy concrete, robed in black, a starched, white veil framing her stunning face, one-in-a-million supermodel cheekbones. Fifth grade, St. Agnes School, we boys bet on whether Sister Helen had hair beneath her wimple. Blonde? [...]
