Archive for November, 2009
Wednesday, November 11th, 2009
“Horizon Note” by Luisa Igloria
Luisa Igloria HORIZON NOTE Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. —W.B. Yeats In a magazine review I learn that horizon note is the name of the hum that drones through some types of Indian music like a very large bee or the engine [...]
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Tuesday, November 10th, 2009
ESSENDO MORTI – BEING DEAD by Jéanpaul Ferro
Review by Rachel Lancaster ESSENDO MORTI – BEING DEAD by Jéanpaul Ferro Goldfish Press 500 E. Magnolia Avenue Eustis, Florida 32726 ISBN 978-0-9824669-0-2 2009, 123 pp., $14.95 www.Goldfishpress.org There is something magical, something at a deep unspoken level, within the passages of Jéanpaul Ferro’s new collection of poetry, Essendo Morti – Being Dead. Americans have [...]
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Monday, November 9th, 2009
“How Did We Come to Be the Ones Whose Feet Are Being Washed?” by Rachel Webster
Rachel Webster HOW DID WE COME TO BE THE ONES WHOSE FEET ARE BEING WASHED? Cassandra’s beside me at the nail salon, getting the dark parts of her feet sanded off. Liver troubles turned my soles white, she says, then pitch black, and I want to get them back to normal before summer comes. I [...]
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Sunday, November 8th, 2009
“Still Life” by Anne Pitkin
Anne Pitkin STILL LIFE for Emily You made a photo of his favorite cap, dark blue, “Jamie” on the bill in white. Set carefully on the porch rail, emptier than anything I’ve ever seen, it argues with the hydrangea blooms just opened, their airiest blue. I don’t want him frozen [...]
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Saturday, November 7th, 2009
“It Is Fair to Say There Are Some Lovers Who Never Leave” by Natasha Kochicheril Moni
Natasha Kochicheril Moni IT IS FAIR TO SAY THERE ARE SOME LOVERS WHO NEVER LEAVE though they may leave you, travel over one hundred [...]
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Friday, November 6th, 2009
“To the Former Self in Art Class” by Hannah Faith Notess
Hannah Faith Notess TO THE FORMER SELF IN ART CLASS You didn’t know the boy sitting next to you in Watercolor 101 was going to shutter himself in the car, stop breathing, break the heart of his father and the whole college. Let’s be honest. His cones and cylinders were as lopsided, as badly shaded [...]
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Thursday, November 5th, 2009
ALL ODD AND SPLENDID by Hilda Raz
Review by Andrea Scarpino ALL ODD AND SPLENDID by Hilda Raz Wesleyan University Press 215 Long Lane Middletown, CT 06459 IBSN 978-0-8195-6892-2 2008, 108pp., $22.95 www.wesleyan.edu/wespress/ “We all travel from. / Where are we going?” asks Hilda Raz in the poem, “Objects When the Body Fails.” Indeed, the poems in All Odd and Splendid travel [...]
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Wednesday, November 4th, 2009
“Home Visit: Danny” by Jennifer Perrine
Jennifer Perrine HOME VISIT: DANNY Now, I remember nothing of Danny but the smudge of freckles that hovered above his upper lip, that constellation an incongruous mustache on his schoolboy face. Of his parents, even less: the bite of his father’s heels into the gravel drive, the camphor on his mother’s hands. But no: here [...]
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Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009
“Pulling Weeds On Your 30th Birthday” by Katie Chaple
Katie Chaple PULLING WEEDS ON YOUR 30TH BIRTHDAY Today you shouldn’t have put your hands in the dirt or been out in early morning. Today, when you should be wary of sentimentality, when you’re thinking of a year ago with the first dandelion, which leads to other dandelions, to clusters of gypsyflower with their clumped [...]
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Monday, November 2nd, 2009
“A Man is Not Supposed to Give in to Tears” by Greg Moglia
Greg Moglia A MAN IS NOT SUPPOSED TO GIVE IN TO TEARS Especially when reading a book review in Starbucks A therapist might call it depression But I don’t give a damn The review—Cormac McCarthy’s novel The Road About the end of the world as we know it And a father and son as survivors [...]
