Archive for August, 2010
Tuesday, August 31st, 2010
“The Casing” by Charlie Smith
Charlie Smith THE CASING For years I sat in bars lying about everything, concealing my limp, offering vinyl suitcases for sale and proposing to women who’d overlooked themselves. I gave away folding tables and threatened species like lopsided turtles and misused harness bulls. I wasn’t as speedy as I claimed to be or as galled [...]
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Monday, August 30th, 2010
AND THE WEST WAS NOT SO FAR AWAY by Brad McDuffie
Review by Alex Andriesse AND THE WEST WAS NOT SO FAR AWAY by Brad McDuffie Des Hymnagistes Press P.O. Box 41271 Lafayette, LA 70504 ISBN 978-0-9822693-2-9 2009, 64 pp., $12.00 http://deshymnagistes.blogspot.com Maybe it’s a truism but it’s not untrue: American poetry has never been much known for its poetic “movements,” or for what the French [...]
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Sunday, August 29th, 2010
“06.25.00 –Phish –Alltel Pavillion, NC” by Paul Siegell
Paul Siegell 06.25.00 – PHISH – ALLTEL PAVILION, NC –from Rattle #32, Winter 2009
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Saturday, August 28th, 2010
“Berlioz” by Lee Sharkey
Lee Sharkey BERLIOZ Now let us praise Hector Berlioz who found himself one night composing a symphony as he slept who woke lucid remembering the entire first movement in A minor he could have sat down at his desk and begun transcribing as during the first hours after a great destruction we see in detail [...]
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Friday, August 27th, 2010
“Electrodomestico” by Prartho Sereno
Prartho Sereno ELECTRODOMESTICO One day the iceman came no more. Neither did the coalman with his telescopic chute. Nor the junkman with his horse and cart, his dust and sweat-streaked face. Not even the milkman’s xylophone of bottles could be heard jangling through the magenta streets of dawn. That day the wide-eyed band of women [...]
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Thursday, August 26th, 2010
“Between Us and It” by Mather Schneider
Mather Schneider BETWEEN US AND IT I’m a white American and she’s Mexican but we’re trying to make it work. We’ve moved in together. There’s a dumpster outside our bedroom window 15 feet away, a cement block wall between us and it, a gray cement block wall that’s full of air and means nothing. The [...]
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Wednesday, August 25th, 2010
BESTIARY by Elise Paschen
Review by Angela Micheli Otwell BESTIARY by Elise Paschen Red Hen Press P.O. Box 40820 Pasadena, CA 91114 ISBN 978-1597091312 2009, 80 pp, $16.95 www.redhen.org I received Bestiary (uncorrected proof) by Elise Paschen for review from Rattle a long time ago. I received two books that day, the other of which I read and reviewed [...]
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Tuesday, August 24th, 2010
“Grandma Zolie Gives Unheeded Advice” by Lauren Schmidt
Lauren Schmidt GRANDMA ZOLIE GIVES UNHEEDED ADVICE If ever your husband comes home drunk, don’t beat him while he sleeps; you’ll just end up confessing to it. If ever you drive your car up on the curb, don’t keep it a secret; your son will find out when he sees the tires wobbling and will [...]
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Monday, August 23rd, 2010
“Nor Yet a Dream of War” by Ralph James Savarese
Ralph James Savarese NOR YET A DREAM OF WAR For Kevin, the former Defense Secretary’s son We were sixth-graders at middle school camp, conscripts in an old regime of the masculine, privates third-class, dreading the common shower, the inevitable comparisons— my own genital region like an unplanted field far from a forest. We didn’t much [...]
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Sunday, August 22nd, 2010
“On Broadway” by David Romtvedt
David Romtvedt ON BROADWAY My Uncle Will wanted to be on Broadway. After family dinners, when everyone sat around drinking coffee, he’d do a little tap dance or shuffle. Of course it was embarrassing to have a grown man who worked at the lumberyard dancing after dinner. On my ninth birthday, I became his reluctant [...]
