Archive for January, 2010
Thursday, January 21st, 2010
“The Girls On Josephine Street” by Melissa McEwen
Melissa McEwen THE GIRLS ON JOSEPHINE STREET Josephine Street is notorious. Everybody says it’s the street where the fast girls hang, so when the bus driver yells “Josephine Street,” everybody waits to see who gets off and almost always it’s the loud mouth girls in the way back. The quiet fast ones get off on [...]
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Wednesday, January 20th, 2010
A GUEST IN ALL YOUR HOUSES by Peter Ludwin
Review by Sean Patrick Conlon A GUEST IN ALL YOUR HOUSES by Peter Ludwin Word Walker Press 1125 1/2 E. California Ave. Glendale, California 91206 ISBN 0578003902 2009, 102 pp., $13.95 www.wordwalkerpress.com A Guest in All Your Houses is the first full-length book of poems from Peter Ludwin, and, like many first releases, contains promising [...]
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Tuesday, January 19th, 2010
“A Starbucks Romance” by Robert Funge
Robert Funge A STARBUCKS ROMANCE She asked if I was in line and I said I’m always in line for something but I never know what it is and she said nothing for what seemed like seconds and then replied That’s way too deep before my coffee and I said Ask me something after we’ve [...]
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Monday, January 18th, 2010
“On the Flyleaf of C.K.W.’s Selected Poems” by Herbert Woodward Martin
Herbert Woodward Martin ON THE FLYLEAF OF C.K.W.’S SELECTED POEMS When a man dies he doesn’t have to wipe his ass anymore, Nor does he have to loosen those last drops of urine from His penis; it is all over, except the bathing and dressing Which is left to the undertakers in North America. Every [...]
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Sunday, January 17th, 2010
“Medusa’s Defense” by Jennifer Donice Lewis
Jennifer Donice Lewis MEDUSA’S DEFENSE What was my sin? That my father, Phoebe, never taught me to swim? That’s my alibi, our reason, and I told anyone who listened that I’d sat like a buzzard surrounded by desert while my sisters swam. They’d been taught by a foreign man who didn’t give a damn about [...]
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Saturday, January 16th, 2010
“All Seasons” by Alan Fox
Alan Fox ALL SEASONS Was it Thomas Becket? My memory at two in the morning isn’t clear, But whoever it was I thought him a fool To sacrifice his life for principal. You will die soon enough, Thomas. Why rush the process. You died too soon, Thomas. You let the aggressor win. I can only [...]
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Friday, January 15th, 2010
BREATH-LIFE by Juanita Torrence-Thompson
Review by Valerie Martin Bailey BREATH-LIFE by Juanita Torrence-Thompson Scopcraeft Press Post Office Box 1091 Portales, New Mexico 88130-1091 ISBN 978-1-8-8160478-5 2009, 56 pp. $12.00 http://home.earthlink.net/~poetrytown/breathlife.html With breath comes life, and so it is in breath-life, the sixth collection of poetry by Juanita Torrence-Thompson. Part I, titled “Word Play,” is indeed playful, and the first [...]
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Thursday, January 14th, 2010
“Skinning a Child Alive” by Sally Doyle
Sally Doyle SKINNING A CHILD ALIVE A whole bunch of mothers drank brandy in our basement plotting the best ways to skin a child alive. These were our creepy mothers who we listened to night after night as we sat on the cellar stairs. In the daytime our mothers looked normal. They buttered bread and [...]
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Wednesday, January 13th, 2010
“The Lord God Bird” by Danusha Laméris
Danusha Laméris THE LORD GOD BIRD Sixty-two years since the last sighting, ornithologists say they’ve spotted one somewhere along the lip of the White River its pale beak, red crest, black and white featured tuxedo, the last of the ivory-billed woodpeckers. Could it be, they wonder that the birds have gone deeper, nested in the [...]
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Tuesday, January 12th, 2010
“Godly” by James Doyle
James Doyle GODLY The preacher cornered me in the dark vestibule of the church and whispered, “Be Godly.” Okay, then. I hurried right out into nature for the usual surrogates. Leaves, a vineyard half in rot. A creek, trying to wax poetic, kept getting snagged in backwater ponds only flies would find appetizing. So there [...]
