Archive for March, 2010
Sunday, March 21st, 2010
“Claes Attempts to Understand Women” by Tana Jean Welch
Tana Jean Welch CLAES ATTEMPTS TO UNDERSTAND WOMEN Today was the first day he questioned his control of the space around him. Pedestrians knocked him about, like a pinball in a cruel arcade. The woman he loved just kicked him out of her apartment, told him never to come back. They’d made tremendous love that [...]
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Saturday, March 20th, 2010
WHAT I KNOW OF INNOCENCE by Cathryn Essinger
Review by David Lee Garrison WHAT I KNOW OF INNOCENCE by Cathryn Essinger Main Street Rag Publishing Company PO BOX 690100 Charlotte, NC 28227-7001 ISBN 978-1-59948-213-2 2009, 69 pp. & accompanying CD, $15.95 http://www.mainstreetrag.com/ Cathryn Essinger weaves philosophical themes into almost all of her work. In her first book, A Desk in the Elephant House [...]
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Friday, March 19th, 2010
“Dear Universe” by Wendy Videlock
Wendy Videlock DEAR UNIVERSE, In all this calm, in all this mist, these vague shaped continents begin to drift. A finger lifts, falls again. A foghorn sounds, passionless. Do you wonder what we are in all this calm, in all this mist. Wolf prints. Red clay. A slender wrist. Murder. Magic. Ballet. –from Rattle #31, [...]
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Thursday, March 18th, 2010
“Microcosm” by Jeff Vande Zande
Jeff Vande Zande MICROCOSM She starts the engine, wanting only the air conditioning. He unloads their shopping cart into the back and then slides in against the scorching seat, grips the wheel, and watches her finger skim the receipt until she finally announces that the store didn’t charge them for the table lamp. They both [...]
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Wednesday, March 17th, 2010
“Death of the Hired Hand, Hiawatha, Kansas” by Kate Sweeney
Kate Sweeney DEATH OF THE HIRED HAND, HIAWATHA, KANSAS I loved his hands pulling that rattlesnake from the baler, how the thing twitched slightly, as if shuddering in its sleep. He fetched the shovel to grind off its head, that sick miracle of jaw still opening and closing on the rusty spade. I brought the [...]
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Tuesday, March 16th, 2010
“Determing Who the Marchers Were” by Lee Stern
Lee Stern DETERMINING WHO THE MARCHERS WERE It was my job to determine who the marchers were. And how long they had practiced the different steps they were used to making. I wouldn’t say that it was a hard job. Only that when I grew tired of doing it, nobody else volunteered to take my [...]
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Monday, March 15th, 2010
SIX LIPS by Penelope Scambly Schott
Review by Claire Keyes SIX LIPS by Penelope Scambly Schott Mayapple Press, 2009 408 N. Lincoln Street Bay City, MI 48708 ISBN 978-0-932412-84-3 2010, 80 pp., $15.95 www.mayapplepress.com Six Lips is dazzling. Were it for its language alone, I would savor these poems again and again if only to get some relief from the pedestrian [...]
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Sunday, March 14th, 2010
“Early Night” by Alan Soldofsky
Alan Soldofsky EARLY NIGHT In early December singing under the hedge of verbena beside the porch. What lies the sun tells of a few leaves stripped of their color, parenthesis of rust on the hinges of the car door. High wisps of clouds lit up by something that has fallen. The edge of a [...]
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Saturday, March 13th, 2010
“Poem in Search of a Horse” by Hayden Saunier
Hayden Saunier POEM IN SEARCH OF A HORSE Time is not reading the poem as you read the poem, but rest assured he’s slipped inside the room in his soft, polished shoes, with his little cough, his bowler hat in hand, so sorry to disturb. It isn’t that he doesn’t like to read, he loves [...]
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Friday, March 12th, 2010
“The Night Before” by Michael Salcman
Michael Salcman THE NIGHT BEFORE The ex-husbands were the worst; not one showed up to discuss whether a wife’s head should be shaved the night before or asleep on the table. Ex-girlfriends and wives were better, always there to stake out their territory and proclaim undying devotion. A patient’s room the night before was like [...]
