Archive for January, 2010
Sunday, January 31st, 2010
“Midwestern Gothic” by Laurie Junkins
Laurie Junkins MIDWESTERN GOTHIC That frigid Wichita month hangs in my history like a smoke-darkened painting—all tight-lipped Presbyterians and dormant cornfields frozen beneath the iron gray slab of January. I was trapped in a rusty carbuncle of a travel-trailer stuck like a pimple on someone’s winter field, a landscape slapped flat by God’s hand. Each [...]
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Saturday, January 30th, 2010
THEN, SOMETHING by Patricia Fargnoli
Review by Lori A. May THEN, SOMETHING by Patricia Fargnoli Tupelo Press The Eclipse Mill, Loft 305 PO Box 1767 North Adams, MA 01247 ISBN 978-1-932195-79-8 2009, 84 pp., $16.95 http://www.tupelopress.org I am of the age when parents no longer resemble the friendly supervisors of youth. Now, with each passing year, I watch as the [...]
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Friday, January 29th, 2010
“The Famous Outlaw” by David James
[Audio clip: view full post to listen] David James THE FAMOUS OUTLAW He rides into town on a retarded horse, falling off five times before reaching the saloon. His horse has a tendency to trip over its own hooves, like steps or bowling balls. The cowboy wears a helmet to safeguard against personal head injuries. [...]
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Thursday, January 28th, 2010
“The Hour of Our Belief” by Mary Mclaughlin Slechta
[Audio clip: view full post to listen] Mary McLaughlin Slechta THE HOUR OF OUR BELIEF I want to know who cried for the toy I found out back this afternoon. Was it the same child who ate a sandwich made from the bread out of the plastic bag I found last week? So difficult to [...]
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Wednesday, January 27th, 2010
“Interference” by Kimi Cunningham Grant
Kimi Cunningham Grant INTERFERENCE In March, two Eastern Bluebirds, balanced in an autumn olive Near the carcass of a deer you shot months back. The flesh now gone And the ribs stretching upward like the belly of a boat. Last November, that deer had come to you in the woods. Stumbled Through a grotto of [...]
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Tuesday, January 26th, 2010
“For the Man Whose Son My Son Killed” by Gary Earl Ross
Gary Earl Ross FOR THE MAN WHOSE SON MY SON KILLED You must understand this: my son called me after his first firefight, distraught that he had taken life when I had taught him to cherish it. He called me, said he felt weird and needed to talk to somebody. Who better than the father [...]
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Monday, January 25th, 2010
WILD FLIGHT by Christine Rhein
Review by Mary Harwell Sayler WILD FLIGHT by Christine Rhein Texas Tech University Press Box 41037 Lubbock, Texas 79409-1037 ISBN-13 978-0896726215 2009, 103 pp., $l6.95 www.ttup.ttu.edu This first book of poetry by Christine Rhein drew me to write my first poetry book review, unless you count the quickies I sometimes post on Amazon. Other drawing [...]
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Sunday, January 24th, 2010
“A Good Bad Day” by Tony Gloeggler
Tony Gloeggler A GOOD BAD DAY John walks slowly up the stairs to my office every day. Between four and four-thirty, after the bus brings him home from day program and after he uses the bathroom, he says, “Oh, hello Tony,” as if he’s surprised to find me sitting at my desk. He says he [...]
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Saturday, January 23rd, 2010
“A Guide for Black and White Crossing” by Katy Richey
Katy Richey A GUIDE FOR BLACK AND WHITE CROSSING The hardest part about being a zebra is crossing the river. Quick or slow, dip a hoof or plunge it in— the result is the same. One way is to set yourself at the edge. Don’t charade or face pose, simply giraffe your neck, keep your [...]
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Friday, January 22nd, 2010
“The Cedar Keepsake Box” by Maria Mazziotti Gillan
[Audio clip: view full post to listen] Maria Mazziotti Gillan THE CEDAR KEEPSAKE BOX What happened to the cedar keepsake box my mother bought me the only time I ever went to the Jersey shore when I was growing up? After she told me that I couldn’t have it, too expensive, my mother bought it [...]
