Archive for September, 2010
Monday, September 20th, 2010
TEAHOUSE OF THE ALMIGHTY by Patricia Smith
Review by Moira Richards TEAHOUSE OF THE ALMIGHTY by Patricia Smith Coffee House Press 27 North Fourth Street, Suite 400 Minneapolis, MN 55401 USA ISBN: 978-1-56689-193-6 2006, 91 pp., $16.00 www.coffeehousepress.org This book hums dozens of different voices, like a crowd in a late night pub. Just as people in the streets of a city, [...]
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Sunday, September 19th, 2010
“Sparks” by Pamela Gemin
Pamela Gemin SPARKS Charlie claims that’s where his momma made him, so what he remembers best is the fragrance of backseat leather, the pillows and creases that stick to the backs of bare legs. Charlie has borrowed the Rolls tonight, some old Miami fart’s pride and joy sent in for detail striping. By day you’re [...]
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Saturday, September 18th, 2010
“The Conversation” by Jon Pineda
Jon Pineda THE CONVERSATION Take the time my brother, just a boy, sat alone in the house and spoke to the stray. Nestled in a blanket faded as the ocean is some days, the cat lay swollen with trinkets. Intent, my brother stroked a streak of wet hair under the cat’s throat, curlicued with fluid, [...]
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Friday, September 17th, 2010
“To a Self-Proclaimed Manic Depressive Ex-Stripper Poet, After a Reading” by Jeannine Hall Gailey
Jeannine Hall Gailey TO A SELF-PROCLAIMED MANIC DEPRESSIVE EX-STRIPPER POET, AFTER A READING Remember: you are a blank page no amount of shopping can cure. One night you go out in tassels and the next like a nun, but we still love you. Can’t hold your liquor? Never mind. Little angel, little bombthrower— where would [...]
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Thursday, September 16th, 2010
“How to Make Amends” by David James
David James HOW TO MAKE AMENDS He was hungry, so he ate the couch, the one with the pull-out bed. Of course, when the wife came home, she was disgusted. “Now what will we sit on, asshole? Last week it was the coffee table; the week before, two kitchen chairs and a lamp. What next, [...]
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Wednesday, September 15th, 2010
2010 Rattle Poetry Prize Winners
Rattle is proud to announce the winner of the 2010 Rattle Poetry Prize: Patricia Smith Howell, NJ for “Tavern. Tavern. Church. Shuttered Tavern,“ Honorable Mentions: Michele Battiste, Boulder, CO — “Once More, With Feeling” Heidi Garnett, Kelowna, BC — “Sin of Unrequited Love” Valentina Gnup, Portland, OR — “We Speak of August” francine j. harris, [...]
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Tuesday, September 14th, 2010
“At the Terminal” by Misael Mesina Paranial
Misael Mesina Paranial AT THE TERMINAL Six p.m., and the evening traffic homeward has gone amok. The opening salvo: an explosion throwing rush hour into disarray, sudden rain of shrapnel seeking solace in warm bodies. Days ago, the city turned out to see who kisses the longest. Today, kisses seemed superfluous among the burnt dead, [...]
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Monday, September 13th, 2010
“Gardenias” by Charlene Fix
Charlene Fix GARDENIAS for Billy Holiday, as all gardenias must forever be When a flower visits you three times in three days, a flower you have met before but hardly remember, you have to consider the synchronicity, that this might be the Universe yoo-hooing to you in a form involuted and sexy and coded and [...]
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Sunday, September 12th, 2010
“Crossing Shoal Creek” by J.T. Ledbetter
J.T. Ledbetter CROSSING SHOAL CREEK (Southern Illinois) The letter said you died on your tractor crossing Shoal Creek. There were no pictures to help the memories fading like mists off the bottoms that last day on the farm when I watched you milk the cows, their sweet breath filling the dark barn as the rain [...]
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Saturday, September 11th, 2010
“Writer in Residence, Central State” by Douglas Goetsch
Douglas Goetsch WRITER IN RESIDENCE, CENTRAL STATE I’m writing this from nowhere. Oklahoma if you care. It’s not south, not west, not really Midwest. Think of a hairless Chihuahua on the shoulder of Texas, make an X, I’m in the middle, in an apartment above the dumpsters on a parking lot across from a football [...]
