Archive for May, 2010
Tuesday, May 11th, 2010
“Aubade” by Pit Menousek Pinegar
Pit Menousek Pinegar AUBADE It is a mistake to think, All this will change, not because it won’t— not even the cells in our bodies remain the same; the bulb in the lamp across the room will burn out, need to be changed, the switch, eventually—2000 5000 50,000 flicks later—will need replacing, but because when [...]
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Monday, May 10th, 2010
EZEKIEL’S WHEELS by Shirley Kaufman
Review by Zara Raab EZEKIEL’S WHEELS by Shirley Kaufman Copper Canyon Press PO Box 271 Port Townsend WA 98368 ISBN 978-1-55659-307 2009, 108 pp., $14.00 www.amazon.com There is a scene in the 1981 movie Pennies from Heaven, set in depression era Chicago, in which a blind girl, played by Eliska Krupka, wanders into the shadowy, [...]
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Sunday, May 9th, 2010
“The Repetition of These Things” by John Pursley III
John Pursley III THE REPETITION OF THESE THINGS I burn incense in the house to keep the secret of my dying: cones & sticks, candles sometimes spritz Of cologne my mother saves for me, next to the well-worn toothbrush and other toiletries of the living. My father says it’s nothing, but I read & re-read [...]
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Saturday, May 8th, 2010
“Me and Joni” by Donna Reis
Donna Reis ME AND JONI On rare occasions, I cook dinner. I pick a dependable recipe, shop, buy wine and set a glorious table. I like to sip a glass of wine while I prepare, and then another, and if my husband still hasn’t arrived I’ll have another and turn up Joni Mitchell so loud [...]
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Friday, May 7th, 2010
“No Mail Today” by Russell Rowland
Russell Rowland NO MAIL TODAY Just now I bowed to the miniature window of my Post Office box, and this voyeur saw an empty corridor with fluorescent lighted space beyond. Fragmentarily glimpsed arms and hands put wonderful things into other boxes. I have come up empty, ever since a fellow counselor at a long-past camp [...]
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Thursday, May 6th, 2010
“She Had Always Been Able” by Linda Schneider
Linda Leedy Schneider SHE HAD ALWAYS BEEN ABLE to fall down deep into a flower. The wall paper of the front hall that held the phone swirled with peonies. She counted leaves and petals as she listened to neighbors talk of gardeners, the new minister, and one husband who fucked. Peonies swirled as she heard, [...]
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Wednesday, May 5th, 2010
SEEDED LIGHT by Edward Byrne
Review by Barbara Crooker SEEDED LIGHT by Edward Byrne Turning Point PO Box 541106 Cincinnati, OH 45254 ISBN 9781934999783 2009, 102 pp., $18.00 www.turningpointbooks.com Seeded Light, Edward Byrne’s sixth collection of poetry, takes its title from a quote by Pablo Neruda, “The immense deserted night set up its formation of colossal figures that seeded light [...]
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Tuesday, May 4th, 2010
“Narrow Openings” by Francesca Bell
Francesca Bell NARROW OPENINGS A constant dripping on a day of steady rain and a contentious woman are alike. —Proverbs 27:15 It’s hot. The clouds’ soft faces are closed, a billowing refusal, and I want to quarrel with my [...]
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Monday, May 3rd, 2010
“Hart Crane in the Islands” by Anthony Seidman
Anthony Seidman HART CRANE IN THE ISLANDS He kept a rum bottle on the mahogany desk. All day, the rhythm, like calibrated pistons pumping, as the Victrola blasted Ravel’s Bolero, while the white curtains rippled from the window facing a plantain grove. In his reveries, the salt of a sailor still stung his lips, as [...]
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Sunday, May 2nd, 2010
“Class Reunion” by George Shaffer
George Shaffer CLASS REUNION The room surrounded her like mist that nostalgic night. Back at school she’d tolerate nothing less. She was always so distant, status obsessed, terra incognito. So much so I was surprised she came— I thought she’d have feared what the years can do and as they were not kind to her [...]
