Archive for June, 2010
Wednesday, June 30th, 2010
SOMETHING MUST HAPPEN by Ned Balbo
Review by Laryssa Wirstiuk SOMETHING MUST HAPPEN by Ned Balbo Finishing Line Press P.O. Box 1626 Georgetown, KY 40324 ISBN-10 1599244985 2009, 28 pp., $14.00 www.finishinglinepress.com In a collection that champions nostalgia as a vivid reality, award-winning poet Ned Balbo ignites conversations with the past. Balbo writes, “…everything we hear /is only noise, faint shadows [...]
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Tuesday, June 29th, 2010
“Backward Sonnet for a Forward Thinker” by Caitlin Doyle
Caitlin Doyle BACKWARD SONNET FOR A FORWARD THINKER “If only I knew now what I’ll know soon,” he likes to say. His office is immune to order, his lab the opposite. His team built a molecular machine that walks on strands of DNA. His childhood dream was to become a poet. He gives talks on [...]
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Monday, June 28th, 2010
“Dancing” by Ed Galing
Ed Galing DANCING it was a marathon, and we did it right off Broadway in New York, back when apples were sold on street corners by haggard looking men who never shaved anymore, standing on street corners, the lines were long back then, waitin for a free turkey from the salvation army for thanksgiving, people [...]
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Sunday, June 27th, 2010
“Black Tights, A Halter Top” by Carol Frith
Carol Frith BLACK TIGHTS, A HALTER TOP She’s waiting near the corner of Monroe and Pierce: spike heels, black tights, a halter top, her image coding sunlight. Who will stop, eclipse this smolder that is burning slow as incense on the walk? Is she a pro? Perhaps, although a slowly cruising cop on Pierce ignores [...]
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Saturday, June 26th, 2010
“The Transparencies” by Glenn J. Freeman
Glenn J. Freeman THE TRANSPARENCIES In the Encyclopedia Britannica I used as a kid, the body was built in layers of transparency, a skeletal foundation you could overlap with, one by one, the circulatory system, the muscles, the organs, the flesh— or, likewise, you could peel away from the whole and leave only bone, two [...]
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Friday, June 25th, 2010
MISSING HER by Claudia Keelan
Review by Trina L. Drotar MISSING HER by Claudia Keelan New Issues Poetry and Prose Western Michigan University 1903 W Michigan Ave Kalamazoo MI 49008-5200 USA ISBN 978-1930974869 2009, 79 pp., $15.00 www.amazon.com Claudia Keelan’s Missing Her opens with an epigraph from Gerrard Winstanley, “The Truth is Always Experimentall,” which sets the tone for this [...]
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Thursday, June 24th, 2010
“Dover” by Alan Fox
Alan Fox DOVER The cliff is white, perpendicular to the sea, covered with green where the slope is kind. I’m no farmer but even I know to not plant a seed on up and down land. So hold my hand at the very edge where safe becomes, shall we say, slippery. The cave is always [...]
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Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010
“After Senza Titolo” by Matthew Gavin Frank
Matthew Gavin Frank AFTER SENZA TITOLO, 1964 painting by Corrado Cagli I promised him I would not say grasshopper, or superman. So Fortune is this fish and this flower, and neither are the body— not some smart flat of a knife. Not some wondering about the stars. The coming into the world insectile, or some [...]
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Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010
“The Cold War, A Romance” by Jehanne Dubrow
Jehanne Dubrow THE COLD WAR, A ROMANCE Sometimes we were illegal dollar bills. We were the three-hour line for bread, the last pair of pantyhose in the shop, the hard potato. Or else, we were the town of industry where all machines had stopped, the stalled assembly line, the pneumatic drills. We were the wiretap, [...]
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Monday, June 21st, 2010
“North Country” by Joseph Fasano
Joseph Fasano NORTH COUNTRY Tonight the moon smells like the forehead of an idiot savant they dragged from a car wreck last week on the road to Monticello. No wind. No flock. But buck-blind slug-crack. The house they’re leveling by the power plant: a woman who starved herself kept her father there four winters, his [...]
