Archive for September, 2010
Friday, September 10th, 2010
THE REAL WARNINGS by Rhett Iseman Trull
Review by Bill Neumire THE REAL WARNINGS by Rhett Iseman Trull Anhinga Press P.O. Box 3665 Tallahassee, FL 32315 ISBN-13 978-1934695111 2008, 94 pp., $15.00 www.anhinga.org In my ever-expanding search for worthwhile literary magazines, I recently came across Cave Wall, a journal edited by Rhett Iseman Trull and her husband Jeff Trull. After a quick [...]
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Thursday, September 9th, 2010
“Crow-Magnon” by Howard Prize
Howard Price CROW-MAGNON Everybody’s dying this week, and for no good reason, that is, no money in it, and suddenly second opinions are like men wearing tiaras and women at the gym 4 days a week building huge arms so they can both look better in a dress. For sure, third and fourth opinions at [...]
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Wednesday, September 8th, 2010
from a Conversation with Molly Peacock
from CONVERSATION WITH MOLLY PEACOCK ON OCTOBER 27TH, 2008, AT THE LUXE HOTEL IN BRENTWOOD, CA FOX: Many poets have talked about music or jazz as being akin to poetry. It seems to me in terms of expressing emotion, maybe it’s easier in music, or painting, than it is in words. PEACOCK: Well, music is [...]
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Tuesday, September 7th, 2010
“The Softie” by Molly Peacock
Molly Peacock THE SOFTIE When there was something C wanted to say, but he could only see it, not say it, he’d tell his father, “I can feel the answer in my mind,” —and he could, soft and oily as lamb’s wool— “but I don’t know the words for it.” Then you don’t know the [...]
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Monday, September 6th, 2010
“Lucky Talk” by Jeff Worley
Jeff Worley LUCKY TALK “I think poems are pieces of talk, savored and sustained. I would call them ‘lucky talk.’” —William Stafford, “A Witness for Poetry” Yesterday at Kroger, I heard a boy, maybe 7, say to his father: We have two eyes and two arms and two legs. Why don’t we have two penises? [...]
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Sunday, September 5th, 2010
A SUNDAY IN GOD-YEARS by Michelle Boisseau
Review by Andrew McFadyen-Ketchum A SUNDAY IN GOD-YEARS by Michelle Boisseau The University of Arkansas Press McIlroy House 105 N. McIlroy Avenue Fayetteville, AR 72701 IBSN 978-1-55728-901-8 2009, 100 pp., $16.00 www.uapress.com Michelle Boisseau’s fourth collection of poems, A Sunday in God-Years recounts White America’s brutal history of slave-ownership paired with its desire for reconciliation [...]
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Saturday, September 4th, 2010
“Nascar” by Mike White
Mike White NASCAR Not rolling in liquid fire or pulled apart by physics. Not between commercials. But the way an old dog half-blind noses around and around some quiet apple-scented chosen ground. –from Rattle #32, Winter 2009 Read by Megan
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Friday, September 3rd, 2010
“Before the Poetry Reading” by David Wagoner
David Wagoner BEFORE THE POETRY READING They’ve left me standing in the hall, alone, outside the room where I’m going to put myself and some poems on display. The man in charge is making sure the microphone is too short and the table holding the lectern has one leg just short enough. I shouldn’t be [...]
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Thursday, September 2nd, 2010
“Environmental” by Arthur Vogelsang
Arthur Vogelsang ENVIRONMENTAL Unfortunately rather than grass there was white paste Or rather than an orange tiger lily there was white white out, And a lime tree or an outfield? No instead there was white medicine In a normal tube which over and over had to refill Itself to cover the whole major league outfield [...]
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Wednesday, September 1st, 2010
“S-Plan” by John L. Stanizzi
John L. Stanizzi S-PLAN Bacon Academy Colchester, CT October 31st, 2001 1. Shortly after 9/11, a boy who had been stealing pick-up trucks from a local dealership and hiding them in the woods so he could sell them later, decided to fashion a fake bomb and place it on the loading dock outside the cafeteria [...]
