Archive for August, 2010
Saturday, August 21st, 2010
“To a Child” by J.F. Quakenbush
J. F. Quackenbush TO A CHILD for Stella March Faiello I hope that you are beautiful and that your eyes are green and your hair is blonde. I hope that you are loved and cared for. I hope your life as you come into it is not a field of broken things. I hope that [...]
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Friday, August 20th, 2010
VOYEUR by Rich Murphy
Review by Alvin Malpaya VOYEUR by Rich Murphy Gival Press, LLC P.O. Box 3812 Arlington, VA 22203 ISBN 9781928589488 2009, 85 pp., $15.00 www.givalpress.com More basic to its definition than even its sexual elements, the term voyeur—which, in its original French, simply denoted “one who sees”—carries the implication that a deviate of such leanings must [...]
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Thursday, August 19th, 2010
“The Ghost of Frank O’Hara” by John Yohe
John Yohe THE GHOST OF FRANK O’HARA The ghost of Frank O’Hara taps me on the shoulder whispering and what about the humor what about talks with the sun and things that happen at the movies out of sight of parents don’t forget the thirst of being in Manhattan in the heat and Coke the [...]
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Wednesday, August 18th, 2010
“A Tale of a T” by Molly Peacock
Molly Peacock A TALE OF A T T hurled itself down on the dry sweet grass of the mowed orchard—part of its grandfather’s lawn —then lay on its back, looking up into a latticework of branches for the first time. (T had always thrown itself down to rest. It was only ten, but walking seemed [...]
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Tuesday, August 17th, 2010
“The Venturi Effect” by Donald Mace Williams
Donald Mace Williams THE VENTURI EFFECT You may have thought, from visiting art shows, that canyons squeezed together on their way downstream. No. That’s only perspective. They in fact, as any hiker my age knows, spread out and vanish. Their canyonness goes. Their vital currents pool up, slacken, splay, their tall red hoodoos melt into [...]
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Monday, August 16th, 2010
“Fixing Cars” by Kent Newkirk
Kent Newkirk FIXING CARS I like the argument that man is alone in the universe, and ipso facto its most intelligent being. It proves there is no God, or if there is, it’s the god of low SAT scores. Astronomers debate the dark matter between stars. I picture a conversational pause with a Bush apologist, [...]
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Sunday, August 15th, 2010
I WAS THE JUKEBOX by Sandra Beasley
Review by Kristin Black I WAS THE JUKEBOX by Sandra Beasley W.W. Norton & Company, Inc. 500 Fifth Avenue New York, NY 10110 USA ISBN 978-0-393-07651-6 2010, 90 pp., $24.95 www.wwnorton.com You could be forgiven if you let the clever conceits in Sandra Beasley’s latest collection distract you. Or if you spent the whole 90 [...]
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Saturday, August 14th, 2010
“Rumpus, Cohesion, Mess” by Thom Ward
Thom Ward RUMPUS, COHESION, MESS The bed sheet knows the vices I’ve slept. How quickly it nooses my feet. Someone said, we’re wrong men in a right world, all that zigzag anger. Not quite—that’s another movie. We’re wrong men who’ve built a wrong world, each with a knapsack full of crushed glass, cigarette butts. Photos [...]
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Friday, August 13th, 2010
“Meal Ticket” by Sally Molini
Sally Molini MEAL TICKET We’ve made the turkey’s breast so large it’s an obstacle to mating, the birds artificially imbued, lots of creatures these days needing an assist with things they used to do for themselves. No other earthlings consume as we do, the planet’s tender rotations always tempting, commerce done to a last turn. [...]
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Thursday, August 12th, 2010
“Freedom” by Elizabeth Klise von Zerneck
Elizabeth Klise von Zerneck FREEDOM Haight Street The realtor claimed the flat was lived in once by Janis Joplin, a quite common claim, we later learned. The tactic worked on us. We learned to overlook—that hint of fame!— the smell of gas, an awkward floor plan, soot that never scoured. We dwelled not there but [...]
