Archive for March, 2010
Wednesday, March 31st, 2010
“Folding” by Jim Tilley
Jim Tilley FOLDING He stares blankly at Rosalie’s longhand legacy to her daughter, Crisco thumbprints smearing some of the India ink. His wife’s away and his daughter waits for her Sunday pancakes as he puzzles over “Fold buttermilk and an egg into the dry ingredients.” No hints, merely a warning. Through Rosalie, he’s learned that [...]
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Tuesday, March 30th, 2010
ELEANOR, ELEANOR, NOT YOUR REAL NAME by Kathryn Cowles
Review by James Benton ELEANOR, ELEANOR, NOT YOUR REAL NAME by Kathryn Cowles Bear Star Press 185 Hollow Oak Drive Cohasset, CA 95973 ISBN 9780979374517 2008, 88 pp., $16.00 http://www.bearstarpress.com Kathryn Cowles (her real name) challenges our assumptions of identity and constancy in an inconstant world in an engaging book of lyrical poems that are [...]
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Monday, March 29th, 2010
“Riptide” by Melanie Wright
Melanie Wright RIPTIDE Breath through the windpipe makes a special sound, a kind of gurgle when the throat is cut, as blood seeps into airways that once were round now flattened by fingers holding her mouth shut. I count the blare of foghorn: one, then two. At three she stops her writhing, shoulders slump. I [...]
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Sunday, March 28th, 2010
“Turning” by Kelli Youngblood
Kelli Youngblood TURNING Holding up my hands, I’m not sure of right and left. From my house, a right leads me right to his door. Take a left to the alternate route, to a seat in the doctor’s waiting room. My complaint is my poor sense of direction; my sun resides at noon. Right from [...]
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Saturday, March 27th, 2010
“My Father’s Painting” by Bryan Walpert
Bryan Walpert MY FATHER’S PAINTING Three boats head east toward the docks, another to sea, two figures aboard, as the sun brushes its dusky violet on the wakes and trails, my father’s signature a buoy in the water. He hasn’t sailed as long as I can remember, though I heard him mention once a failed [...]
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Friday, March 26th, 2010
“In Memory of His Memory” by David Wagoner
David Wagoner IN MEMORY OF HIS MEMORY It was good for the alphabet, for the facts of arithmetic, and the capitals of states. They froze into place somewhere behind a piece of his mind. In speech class and debate his mind’s eye reproduced whole streams of words that had rattled out of the mouths of [...]
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Thursday, March 25th, 2010
SAVE THE LAST DANCE by Gerald Stern
Review by Ross Losapio SAVE THE LAST DANCE by Gerald Stern W. W. Norton & Company 500 Fifth Avenue New York, NY 10110 ISBN 978-0-393-33731-0 2009, 91 pp., $13.95 www.wwnorton.com …it is what it is – and you will look at it, you and me, and say ‘that’s right’’ not even, ‘that’s what I had [...]
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Wednesday, March 24th, 2010
“Nine” by Christine Butterworth-McDermott
Christine Butterworth-McDermott NINE Mary and I go down to the creek after the rain—the cracked ground surrounds the moist center of the riverbed, the dirt has never been this brown. Nothing is ever saturated here. Mary gingerly places her feet in the mud—when it dries her footprints will be there for weeks and weeks. I’m [...]
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Tuesday, March 23rd, 2010
“The Risk of Listening to Brahms” by Michael T. Young
Michael T. Young THE RISK OF LISTENING TO BRAHMS I like action movies for the same reason I like Brahms, or undiluted scotch, the constant flux of the sea, or the sun’s light and heat stripped down to raw fire, to the burning sine qui non, like the first time I fired a gun and [...]
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Monday, March 22nd, 2010
“Don’t You Miss the Phone Booth” by Kate Peper
Kate Peper DON’T YOU MISS THE PHONE BOOTH— —a place where once you closed that hinged door you could still look out, but now the outside world was hushed and you were in a capsule of privacy? The etchings of phone numbers, names and expletives cheering you while you listened to the dial tone, thinking, [...]
