Archive for October, 2010
Sunday, October 31st, 2010
“What It Takes” by Elizabeth Rees
Elizabeth Rees WHAT IT TAKES I said I do to keep them from elbowing him out. No room for ones like him, they would have said if their forms had mouths. No free meal tickets here. I said in sickness and in health because I wanted to share my hoard of stars with someone who [...]
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Saturday, October 30th, 2010
PARABLE OF HIDE AND SEEK by Chad Sweeney
Review by James Benton PARABLE OF HIDE AND SEEK by Chad Sweeney Alice James Books 238 Main Street Farmington, ME 04938 ISBN 978-1-882295 2010, 88 pp., $15.95 www.alicejamesbooks.org The Eiffel Tower makes a kind of appearance: glass is a conduit; houses, doors, and tunnels frame it; and music divides night from day in this remarkable [...]
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Friday, October 29th, 2010
“How I Came to Own a Fur-Lined Coat…” by Yvonne Postelle
Yvonne Postelle HOW I CAME TO OWN A FUR-LINED COAT THOUGH I LIVE IN CALIFORNIA AND BELONG TO THE SIERRA CLUB In Filene’s Basement in Boston I explore the aisles. So many bargains. None I need. None that I can justify carrying home. Mild regret begets claustrophobia. I scan shopper-clogged aisles for a quick escape, duck into [...]
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Thursday, October 28th, 2010
“Job” by Pat Pittman
Pat Pittman JOB He had it all—fertile farms, fine family— and he gave thanks to the Lord in the proper ways, and on occasion he would murmur to himself, This, too, shall pass, though not so anyone would hear him. And then, one day…it went. Poof. Farms gone, family gone, and Job accepted loss as [...]
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Wednesday, October 27th, 2010
“Alphabet of Boa” by Candace Pearson
Candace Pearson ALPHABET OF BOA Tallying the burn holes in my mother’s carpet, I find the shoes stashed beneath her bed. First, ordinary pairs in muted burgundy, navy, beige tempered by a dash of cream. Conservative heels, schoolteacher arches. Behind these, boxes of others I’ve never seen her wear: gold lamé straps, patent leather spikes [...]
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Tuesday, October 26th, 2010
“From the Back Porch” by Sophia Orr
Sophia Orr FROM THE BACK PORCH 1 the bathing suit hangs limp black selkie skin amid the honeysuckle already yellowing into sweetness 2 the grill huddles age-blackened mollusk a resentful creature that’s been dredged up to pout here in a quiet corner 3 espresso has left me helpless as Natalie’s limping black bicycle which rests [...]
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Monday, October 25th, 2010
ZEPHYR by Susan Browne
Review by Michael Meyerhofer ZEPHYR by Susan Browne Steel Toe Books Western Kentucky University 1906 College Heights Blvd. #11086 Bowling Green, KY 42101-1086 ISBN 978-0-9824169-4-5 2010, 92 pp, $12.00 www.steeltoebooks.com The poems in Zephyr, winner of the 2009 Steel Toe Books Prize in Poetry (Editor’s Choice), by Susan Browne, reminded me right away of Bob [...]
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Sunday, October 24th, 2010
“Could It All Be Said…” by Gregory Orr
Gregory Orr * Could it all be said in a single poem And not be completely cryptic? There’s Issa’s haiku about His daughter’s death: “This world of dew is only a world of dew. And yet, ah, and yet…” How the two lines seem to accept That life is ephemeral And then that last: A [...]
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Saturday, October 23rd, 2010
“Where Squaws Harvested Flowers For Food” by Kathy O’Fallon
Kathy O’Fallon WHERE SQUAWS HARVESTED FLOWERS FOR FOOD I came here to be quiet, to unlearn clever thoughts and study the genesis of flowers: the raspberry milk thistle prickly and good for hangovers, the purple nightshade, narcotic but poisonously fatal, and the western blue flax—the ordinary. But in these High Sierras of bright, clean sky [...]
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Friday, October 22nd, 2010
“A Car in the Field” by William Neumire
William Neumire A CAR IN THE FIELD The season is blank; bearded face scraped to flesh. Black vines and branches trickle up. The car is carapaced in ice, abandoned at summer’s end in this cornfield so the cops won’t find it incriminating, illegal, expired. Someone tried to start it last month in the dark, cut [...]
