Archive for August, 2010
Wednesday, August 11th, 2010
“Confluence of Rivers and Mouths” by Laren McClung
Laren McClung CONFLUENCE OF RIVERS AND MOUTHS Today I saw a woman on Spring Street with two black spaniels. She was crouching and whispering to them. The dogs took turns licking the woman on the mouth. This woman’s mouth was its own world. There are many worlds. We can enter them. I read that Frydek-Mistek [...]
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Tuesday, August 10th, 2010
SUCK ON THE MARROW by Camille T. Dungy
Review by James Benton SUCK ON THE MARROW by Camille T. Dungy Red Hen Press P.O. Box 40820 Pasadena, CA 91114 ISBN 978-1-59709-468-9 2010, 88 pp., $18.95 www.redhen.org I love these poems. I am conflicted by them. On the one hand, they reveal and pay tribute to the human sorrow created by an old and, [...]
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Monday, August 9th, 2010
“To a Hurricane” by Catherine Esposito Prescott
Catherine Esposito Prescott TO A HURRICANE At the right speed wind sounds like a train straining its breaks as metal grates metal; but before you imagine sparks raining circles around the wheels, its voice changes to a throaty hush. In the early stages, you may mistake it for the neighbors laughing, then crying. As doors [...]
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Sunday, August 8th, 2010
“Intersection” by Kerrin McCadden
Kerrin McCadden INTERSECTION At the four-way stop I wave you on, a kindness. You wave no no, you go. I wave, go. We keep on. You insist. Me: no you, please. A bird shifts, a sigh. The penned horse tosses, pacing. I mouth you go. There is a fleck on your windshield. I notice your [...]
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Saturday, August 7th, 2010
“Panophilia” by Jessica Piazza
Jessica Piazza PANOPHILIA Love of everything Today this weather’s better than itself: all background clamor, siren song, our schemed and ill-conceiving strategies. This shelf, chaotic and precariously leaning next to your appalling bed, a trove of wonders hovering over us. But love itself I never deigned to love; all give and giving in. So I [...]
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Friday, August 6th, 2010
“Campaign Season” by Marie-Elizabeth Mali
Marie-Elizabeth Mali CAMPAIGN SEASON We pray for the troops at war with old gear in that intricate date-scented desert where a mother spits. House and son gone this year. Kill him, a man at the rally sneers, as the first notes of “Strange Fruit” plummet the air. We pray for the troops at war with [...]
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Thursday, August 5th, 2010
SEEING BIRDS IN CHURCH IS A KIND OF ADIEU by Arlene Ang
Review by Lynn Levin SEEING BIRDS IN CHURCH IS A KIND OF ADIEU by Arlene Ang Cinnamon Press Meirion House, Glan yr afon, Tanygrisiau, Blaenau Ffestiniog Gwynedd, LL41 3SU Wales UK ISBN 978-1-907090-06-6 2010, 80 pp., L7.99 UK, L8.99 outside UK www.cinnamonpress.com The poems in Arlene Ang’s new collection Seeing Birds in Church is a [...]
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Wednesday, August 4th, 2010
“Aubade For One Dismayed” by Ron Offen
Ron Offen AUBADE FOR ONE DISMAYED Half-Alice in her milky, silky sheets almost awake to the ache of another day rebounding from her beaming ceiling, grieved leaving the comforts of the night— the snuggled pillow and the shy bedfellow a fuzzy dream had borne and then withdrawn at the intrusion of the hooligan light. She [...]
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Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010
“Salt” by M
M SALT In this room down a hall at the Hopewell House every Wednesday from 6:30 to 8:00 p.m., the widowed have agreed to meet to lick the salt block. My name tag reads Albino deer (recessive rarity): widow at 35. Dun-colored Helen and Marie mistake me for a sheep or a goat as we [...]
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Monday, August 2nd, 2010
“Costume” by Jessica Moll
Jessica Moll COSTUME Our game’s a cross between A Chorus Line and Fame. Rehearsals, here in our backyard. Pretend the lawn’s the stage. The tutu’s mine, but I let David pick a leotard. I’m ten, he’s five, he’s used to all my rules. He gets to be a girl, but has to choose a neutral [...]
