Archive for April, 2010
Friday, April 30th, 2010
LAST CALL AT THE TIN PALACE by Paul Pines
Review by Eric Hoffman LAST CALL AT THE TIN PALACE by Paul Pines Marsh Hawk Press P.O. Box 206 East Rockaway, NY 11518 ISBN 978-0978555573 90 pp., $15.00, 2009 http://www.marshhawkpress.org/ In 1970, Brooklyn native, ex-merchant seaman and Vietnam War veteran Paul Pines opened a small jazz club called the Tin Palace in Manhattan in 1970. [...]
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Thursday, April 29th, 2010
“Turn of the Century Portrait” by Alan Soldofsky
Alan Soldofsky TURN OF THE CENTURY PORTRAIT After he was laid off, he stood in the heat, listening to the arguments of afternoon. Around him, cars nosed into their stalls. He noticed a blister between his thumb and forefinger, a broken whitish flap of skin, no one to complain to but the wind. So he [...]
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Wednesday, April 28th, 2010
“Illicit” by Diane Stone
Diane Stone ILLICIT First she heard the clatter of his boots on the porch, feet and legs sturdy in their haste to fling his body to her room. The cranky doorknob jammed then spun and turned and he rushed in breathless from wanting and waiting. Half-dressed by now, he leaned above her touching arms and [...]
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Tuesday, April 27th, 2010
“Psalm for Working Women” by Lynne Thompson
Lynne Thompson PSALM FOR WORKING WOMEN A microwave is my savior; I shall not starve. It alloweth me to eat quickly. It leadeth me to purchase Stouffers in bulk. It restoreth dehydrated onions. It delivers me from pre-heating for pre-heating’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of canned goods, I shall fear no [...]
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Monday, April 26th, 2010
“Axiom of the Outside” by Virgil Suárez
Virgil Suárez AXIOM OF THE OUTSIDER Sometimes you surrender to your destiny, a scratched-torn cardboard suitcase, black as your shadow, places where travel seems uncertain, these dead-hour porches, parasols snapped shut like the lips of your dead lover. What hardens in you keeps you hungry, though your tongue can no longer taste bitter coffee or [...]
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Sunday, April 25th, 2010
BEADS FOR THE MESSIAH’S BRIDE by Yakov Azriel
Review by Mary Harwell Sayler BEADS FOR THE MESSIAH’S BRIDE: POEMS ON LEVITICUS by Yakov Azriel Time Being Books 10411 Clayton Road St. Louis, Missouri 63131 ISBN 978-156809-128-0 2009, 118 pp., $15.95 www.timebeing.com As a lifelong lover of the Bible and an almost lifelong writer of religious poems from a Judeo-Christian perspective, I’ve been especially [...]
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Saturday, April 24th, 2010
“Dr. Levine’s Query” by Nadine Tardie
Nadine Tardie DR. LEVINE’S QUERY He wanted to know about my breasts and vagina like, were they aroused when I was 14 and my stepdad touched me I couldn’t remember. I couldn’t remember anything but humiliation and embarrassment dirt that won’t wash even with a loofah I want to remember I want to remember The [...]
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Friday, April 23rd, 2010
“A Lover, Rejected, Rejects the Myth That Is Billie Holiday” by Lynne Thompson
Lynne Thompson A LOVER, REJECTED, REJECTS THE MYTH THAT IS BILLIE HOLIDAY— knows she was an uncommon arroyo who understood that blue on the quintile is a withering thing; knows Billie lived in an upended Vermont and was not unlike a nova or a seed in a scalawag’s belly; figures that La Gardenia’s mistake was [...]
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Thursday, April 22nd, 2010
“1973″ by Jamie Thomas
Jamie Thomas 1973 If spring is the season of beginnings, then autumn’s the shotgun wedding, though the shotgun is seldom needed in these parts anymore. The idea of the thing is as loaded as the thing itself. Think powder blue tuxedo, bride slightly showing, January baby. It’s not their fault; the whole decade was a [...]
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Wednesday, April 21st, 2010
“Lion in Suburbia” by Alyce Miller
Alyce Miller LION IN SUBURBIA They spotted him one early gray morning placidly seated by the children’s swingset, over-sized marzipan cat, like a child’s stuffed toy abandoned to the dew— (Pathera leo, you with ratty mane and skeptical look, briefly free of the torments that brought you here, what compromises have you been asked to [...]
