Archive for May, 2010
Monday, May 31st, 2010
“Waiting for a Tune-Up at Superior Auto, Ferndale, Michigan” by D’Anne Witkowski
D’Anne Witkowski WAITING FOR A TUNE-UP AT SUPERIOR AUTO, FERNDALE, MICHIGAN A dark-haired man tells us that Baghdad was never a beautiful city. He talks of railroads, Hitler, and oil. “If I talked like this back there I would be hanged.” His laughter is crude, thick. He fills a paper cup with water, points at [...]
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Sunday, May 30th, 2010
WINTER TENOR by Kevin Goodan
Review by Alan Schneider WINTER TENOR by Kevin Goodan Alice James Books 238 Main Street Farmington, Me 04938 ISBN-13 978-1-882295-75-3 2009, 43 pp., $15.95 http://alicejamesbooks.org Kevin Goodan’s second collection of poetry and prose poems, Winter Tenor, is a rare pleasure for poetry reviewers of any stripe. The unity of theme throughout the work makes the [...]
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Saturday, May 29th, 2010
“Foxglove: Digitalis Purpurea” by David Filer
David Filer FOXGLOVE: DIGITALIS PURPUREA Once only a gray-green mat, like the weeds That have survived winter in the bare ground Around the roses. Now some spark has set Them off, their green rocket tips, gently bent Like hemlocks, at five feet and growing Still, trailing plumes of blossoms, white like Snow in shadows, crimson [...]
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Friday, May 28th, 2010
“The Valid Clumsiness of Roses” by Tim Suermondt
Tim Suermondt THE VALID CLUMSINESS OF ROSES “Are those for me?” the woman asks the man who’s standing stupidly in the doorway, holding the red roses. The man wants to say “No, they’re for the Super— of course they’re for you!” but he merely hands her the roses and says: “Who else?” The woman invites [...]
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Thursday, May 27th, 2010
“Late Fragment” by Glenn McKee
Glenn McKee LATE FRAGMENT* My glass regardless of its contents is full of Now—so full of Now I can drink my fill without fear of Now going out of business. When unable to bend an elbow, I take my Now through a straw. *Glenn McKee passed away 1/11/04 –from Rattle #23, Summer 2005
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Wednesday, May 26th, 2010
“Jeopardy” by Jeff McRae
Jeff McRae JEOPARDY And so if, when we are old and have lost interest in things scholarly, and the children are living lives of their own, what if we become what we strive now so hard to avoid? Comforted by routine, scheduled by television programs. What is: the morning coffee you brewed for years while [...]
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Tuesday, May 25th, 2010
DOUBLE MOON: CONSTRUCTIONS & CONVERSATIONS by Margo Klass and Frank Soos
Review by Janis Lull DOUBLE MOON: CONSTRUCTIONS & CONVERSATIONS by Margo Klass and Frank Soos borealbooks 100 Cushman Street Suite 210 Fairbanks AK 99701-4674 ISBN 9781597091411 2009, 66 pp., $19.95 www.borealbooks.org Double Moon reproduces pieces from several exhibitions by two Alaskan artists. My daughter and I went to see one of these shows in Fairbanks [...]
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Monday, May 24th, 2010
“Faith” by Alan Shapiro
Alan Shapiro FAITH In no beyond or elsewhere all too bright or dark to see by; not in the chilly joy of preemptive mourning, the voodoo exchange of veil for ghostly face, but in the veil itself, the dazzle of quick shade becoming redtipped flare of wing igniting as the hawk banks in the last [...]
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Sunday, May 23rd, 2010
“The Parrot at Emerald Thrift” by Dixie Salazar
Dixie Salazar THE PARROT AT EMERALD THRIFT In the midst of stringless violins and broken princess phones, a garbled vowel punctuates the swamp-cooled aisles of Emerald Thrift. It’s the only freedom left to him: anomalous, guttural repetitions of a wizened child performing for pistachios— but the child tugging her mother’s skirt does not mistake its [...]
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Saturday, May 22nd, 2010
“In the Hospital Waiting” by Terry Martin
Terry Martin IN THE HOSPITAL, WAITING When the nurse brought you a surgery cap, you put it on, leaving a few blonde wisps sticking out near your left ear, golden straw poking from an otherwise tidy bale, and I wanted to walk across the airless room, reach out and gently tuck those stray strands behind [...]
