Archive for January, 2010
Monday, January 11th, 2010
“Who Are You and Whom Do You Love?” by Jacqueline Jones LaMon
Jacqueline Jones LaMon WHO ARE YOU AND WHOM DO YOU LOVE? The woman you were when you left them. The silhouette sorting through your garbage, in search of aluminum cans and credit cards. The man who jumped in front of your car and the man who thought he had pushed him. The jealous husband. Clarence [...]
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Sunday, January 10th, 2010
THE ORIGIN OF THE MILKY WAY by Barbara Louise Ungar
Review by Michael Meyerhofer THE ORIGIN OF THE MILKY WAY by Barbara Louise Ungar Gival Press PO Box 3812 Arlington, VA 22203 ISBN 978-1-928589-39-6 2007, 70 pp, $15.00 http://www.givalpress.com/ My apparent lack of a womb means I’ll likely never know what it’s like to bear a child (maybe not an altogether bad thing) but reading [...]
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Saturday, January 9th, 2010
“Last Day on Earth” by Larry Crist
Larry Crist LAST DAY ON EARTH On this the last day on earth I bathe, wash my hair, clean my nails shave with a new blade I dress because there’s a chill in the air put on that nice silky Hawaiian shirt Make coffee and use my favorite mug Van Gogh Starry nights the one [...]
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Friday, January 8th, 2010
“Chagrin” by Alan King
Alan King CHAGRIN When security escorts a woman back to the register, you hear other shoppers whispering their speculations—the alarm’s tone before plainclothes officers flank her at the door, their hands beckoning to come with them. And does it matter that you both are among the few African Americans in a department store that once [...]
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Thursday, January 7th, 2010
“On the Question of What Drives Coronary Circulation…” by Mario Chard
Mario Chard ON THE QUESTION OF WHAT DRIVES CORONARY CIRCULATION, BIOLOGY CLASS, MORGAN HIGH SCHOOL, 1999 Because it seemed sensible then to ask, considering the compounds we discussed, how process coursed on to further process as curtains parting backward, I took his silence as a sign of reflection. Then Mr. Mowery, with all the steady [...]
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Wednesday, January 6th, 2010
“Motown Crown” by Patricia Smith
Patricia Smith MOTOWN CROWN The Temps, all swerve and pivot, conjured schemes that had us skipping school, made us forget how mamas schooled us hard against the threat of five-part harmony and sharkskin seams. We spent our schooldays balanced on the beams of moon we wished upon, the needled jetblack 45s that spun and hadn’t [...]
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Tuesday, January 5th, 2010
The Only Surviving Recording of Virginia Woolf’s Voice” by Alison Townsend
Alison Townsend THE ONLY SURVIVING RECORDING OF VIRGINIA WOOLF’S VOICE I’m not expecting to hear her speak, stopped as I am at a red light in Stoughton, Wisconsin, on the daily, desperate dash home from work, my fractured spine throbbing as if it housed my heart not my nerves, this snippet on NPR as unexpected [...]
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Monday, January 4th, 2010
“Model Prison Model” by Terrance Hayes
Terrance Hayes MODEL PRISON MODEL Here in this small expertly crafted model you can see the layout of the prison I will erect: the 17,500 six-by-eight cells, the wards for dreamers reduced to beggars to my right, the wards for strangers who might be or become enemies to my left. It has taken years of [...]
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Sunday, January 3rd, 2010
“Crow-Magnon” by Howard Price
Howard Price CROW-MAGNON Everybody’s dying this week, and for no good reason, that is, no money in it, and suddenly second opinions are like men wearing tiaras and women at the gym 4 days a week building huge arms so they can both look better in a dress. For sure, third and fourth opinions at [...]
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Saturday, January 2nd, 2010
“Love” by Heather Bell
Heather Bell LOVE The truth about Klimt is: when he painted “The Kiss,” he was also beating his beautiful wife. He beat her with one hand and painted with the other. He got two sad blisters on his right palm from this. His wife sometimes slowly pulled up the roots to his favorite willows and [...]
