Archive for May, 2010
Friday, May 21st, 2010
“Hush” by Tiffany Merriman
Tiffany Merriman HUSH We are all shoved into this room, molecules squeezed into forms, our eyes grown heavy on cue, sacs of tears bulging like tiny bellies. A silent moat surrounds the body blue beneath nude-colored paint. No one wants to make the cross, to touch the uncle, cousin, friend of a friend we never [...]
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Thursday, May 20th, 2010
LOVE AND THE TEN THOUSAND THINGS by Joseph Karasek
Review by Arlan Hess LOVE AND THE TEN THOUSAND THINGS by Joseph Karasek Tebot Bach Box 7887 Huntington Beach, CA 92615-7887 ISBN 13 978-1-893670-39-6 2009, 74 pp., $15.00 www.tebotbach.org “It is difficult to get news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for the lack of what is found there,” writes William Carlos Williams. [...]
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Wednesday, May 19th, 2010
“Around the Corner of Midnight” by Lorraine Merrin
Lorraine Merrin AROUND THE CORNER OF MIDNIGHT He’s gonna’ drink that ale and watch the action, see what there is to see, catch a dance or two if somethin’ long-legged ‘n lovely catches his eye. He’s gonna’ dance real close, slink tight to her swivel ‘n just about die wanting to look to see do [...]
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Tuesday, May 18th, 2010
“The Last Word” by Deena Metzger
Deena Metzger THE LAST WORD I There will come a time When a last word will be spoken In this language. Afterwards A great sigh will emanate from the trees. They will begin to whisper among themselves The sounds of courage and a wind will come Out of them sweeter than air. In the silent [...]
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Monday, May 17th, 2010
“Monday” by B.Z. Niditch
B. Z. Niditch MONDAY Every day is Monday it began to be blue after Independence Day the telephone was shut off and the cat ran away then the first day began as a wish day the next Monday became a love day not unlike the laundromat where we met to chatter away and stared into [...]
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Sunday, May 16th, 2010
“Second Wife” by Judith Tate O’Brien
Judith Tate O’Brien SECOND WIFE I keep drawing the first one from the cemetery into the house and pose her perfect as a mannequin at the kitchen table where, chin resting on a long-fingered hand, she surveys the bran muffins and finds them crumbly. I imagine her coming to their bed smooth-bodied. I arrive bone [...]
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Saturday, May 15th, 2010
MORE by Barbara Crooker
Review by Dori Appel MORE by Barbara Crooker C&R Press 812 Westwood Avenue Chattanooga, TN 37405, ISBN978-1-936196-00-5 2010, 68 pp., $14.95 www.amazon.com As a fan of Barbara Crooker’s two previous collections, Radiance and Line Dance, I approached her newest, More, with an enthusiast’s high expectations. In this latest volume I found everything I’d hoped for: [...]
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Friday, May 14th, 2010
“And After” by Megan O’Reilly
Megan O’Reilly AND AFTER It comes back to this: dressing in the bathroom of that motel room, together but not speaking, like children at a funeral– your department store bra pulled over your sticky chest, his ankles grotesquely human, both of you sixteen and as sexy as wet eggs. It’s the same years later, though [...]
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Thursday, May 13th, 2010
“Spring Salmon at Night” by Nancy Pagh
Nancy Pagh SPRING SALMON AT NIGHT I thought the west wind called me from bed the night the river ran so hard. I followed it over the moonlit lawn across the road and into the woods, climbing fallen cedars and moving beyond the skunk cabbages. I followed the west wind to the river bed and [...]
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Wednesday, May 12th, 2010
“Abacus” by Ricardo Pau-Llosa
Ricardo Pau-Llosa ABACUS Havana 1933, 1954, Miami 2002 for Nicolás, the last of the Cubans “Melancholy is a sin, really it is a sin, instar ominum, for not to will deeply and sincerely is sin, and this is the mother of all sins” —Kierkegaard, Guilty/Not Guilty. They were dancing on the roof of the house [...]
