Archive for November, 2009
Monday, November 30th, 2009
AN URGENT REQUEST by Sarah Luczaj
Review by Gerry Cobb AN URGENT REQUEST by Sarah Luczaj Fortunate Daughter Press Box 7887 Huntington Beach, CA 92612-7887 ISBN 978-1-893670-36-5 2009, 31 pp., $10.00 www.fortunatedaughter.wordpress.com An Urgent Request, a chapbook by Sarah Luczaj, is the first publication from Fortunate Daughter Press, an imprint of the California-based publisher Tebot Bach. As stated in the front [...]
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Sunday, November 29th, 2009
“The Air is Cold” by Val Conder
Val Conder THE AIR IS COLD 9:20 AM Israeli time, and we step out of the hotel, into a beautiful bright (they mostly are) day. The streets of Haifa are thronged with people coming and going, and all seems well…for about 30 seconds. Exquisite blue skies, soft breeze, My wife is talking, when I notice [...]
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Saturday, November 28th, 2009
“Saving For Sleep” by Hannah Craig
Hannah Craig SAVING FOR SLEEP Night’s pitch-rolled on a deck of blight, and hands, they call, all hands aboard. Here’s the rigging of a dream— you, and you, and a naked girl before a throne of apples, gardens. A sway in the sail—here we are, the boat of my room, the belly, the bone stern [...]
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Friday, November 27th, 2009
“How to Make Amends” by David James
[Audio clip: view full post to listen] David James HOW TO MAKE AMENDS He was hungry, so he ate the couch, the one with the pull-out bed. Of course, when the wife came home, she was disgusted. “Now what will we sit on, asshole? Last week it was the coffee table; the week before, [...]
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Thursday, November 26th, 2009
“Why We Can’t Use Roundup On Our Lawn” by Maya Jewell Zeller
Maya Jewell Zeller WHY WE CAN’T USE ROUNDUP ON OUR LAWN 1. As a girl, the black-branched plums behind the far fence were mine because a giant row of nettle and snowberry blocked them from the cows. I’d lie in a crook where many limbs came together and move my tongue along the sticky tip [...]
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Wednesday, November 25th, 2009
2009 Pushcart Prize Nominees
Rattle is proud to announce the following nominees for the 2009 Pushcart Prize: Heather Bell – “Love” (#31) Terrance Hayes – “Model Prison Model” (#31) Lynne Knight – “To the Young Man…” (#32) Howard Price – “Crow-Magnon” (#32) Alison Townsend – “The Only Surviving Recording…” (#32) Patricia Smith – “Motown Crown” (#32) In addition to [...]
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Wednesday, November 25th, 2009
DREAMING THE END OF WAR by Benjamin Alire Sáenz
Review by Cindy Williams Gutiérrez DREAMING THE END OF WAR by Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copper Canyon Press P.O. Box 271 Port Townsend, WA 98368 ISBN 1-55659-239-6 $15.00, 71 pp., 2006 www.coppercanyonpress.org “You must read this book in one sitting: it’s an unforgettable experience.” Joseph Bednarik of Copper Canyon Press wasn’t exaggerating. Dreaming the End of [...]
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Tuesday, November 24th, 2009
“Making a Living” by Brent Fisk
Brent Fisk MAKING A LIVING I’m dreaming of the place in the woods where the deer sleeps, the hole in the grass where it hid. Mother dreams of coffee cups rimmed with lipstick, of white plates, knife-marked, stacked along a counter. And father has gone to the factory, leaves only a space in the snow [...]
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Monday, November 23rd, 2009
“We Suggest You Start Talking Immediately” by Evan Rail
Evan Rail WE SUGGEST YOU START TALKING IMMEDIATELY Anyone can become a police. —Martin Amis Even here, even tonight, in this just-used borrowed bedroom, either of us could be a policeman kicking down the closed doors of alibis, of our lies. Each of us could investigate the case back to its origin: the modus operandi, [...]
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Sunday, November 22nd, 2009
“Broke” by Bonnie Young
Bonnie Young BROKE An unusual joy churns inside, unspoken. Within a tornado, pressure is low. Calmly I notice light striking our old oak table, the burnished wood. A newspaper lies open. No need to read the ads. No shopping to plan. No recipes to follow. No ingredients. A house explodes from inside. Outside a siren. [...]
