Archive for November, 2010
Tuesday, November 30th, 2010
Review by Janet McCann BLUE, CANDLED IN JANUARY SUN by Sybil Pitmann Estess WordTech Communications PO Box 541106 Cincinnati, OH 45254 ISBN# 1933456035 2005, 92pp., $17.00 www.wordtechcommunications.com Sybil Estess is a poet of Southwestern vision. Her Texas is historical and current, and her imagery communicates a persuasive brand of Southern feminism. Estess writes mostly about [...]
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Monday, November 29th, 2010
“Waiting” by Bob Johnston
Bob Johnston WAITING It didn’t rain all summer, and the wind Blew yellow dust from Colorado, mixed With black dirt of our own. Tumbleweeds And dust had buried all the fences. The taste Of blackness was always in my throat, and grit Was in my bed. Toward the end of the day We sat and [...]
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Sunday, November 28th, 2010
“Driving With Man in Passenger’s Seat” by L.Lee Harper
L. Lee Harper DRIVING WITH MAN IN PASSENGER’S SEAT The insult, an old one, almost palpable. Tired of the wheel, you surrender it and fall asleep before I’ve driven one mile. When asked why, you plead exhaustion. At day’s end, after two drinks, you offer, whiny as some writers, that riding makes you sick, that [...]
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Saturday, November 27th, 2010
“Love Hurts, San Jose 1975″ by Christine Hamm
Christine Hamm LOVE HURTS, SAN JOSE, 1975 in the photo the man is sprawled a Chinese ideogram spelling knife or beauty sadness or forgiveness potato or tongue blood has splashed and run down the grey wastebasket there is a golden cast to the scene the daisies on the yellow kitchen wall the ochre dishwasher door [...]
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Friday, November 26th, 2010
“My Face at 46″ by Terry Godbey
Terry Godbey MY FACE AT 46 I’ve seen enough of my mouth wrinkled as a drawstring purse, my parade of big teeth, the two in front tipping forward like drunks, my right ear higher than the left, skewing my earrings like weights on a grandfather clock. God makes us like a puzzle and sometimes he [...]
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Thursday, November 25th, 2010
Review by J.F. Quackenbush THE COLLECTED POEMS OF TED BERRIGAN by Ted Berrigan University of California Press 2120 Berkeley Way Berkeley, CA 94704-1012 ISBN 0-520-23986-5 2005, 758pp., $49.95 www.ucpress.edu In our time, most books of poetry are printed in relatively small runs. This fact, coupled with the transient nature of many of the small presses [...]
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Wednesday, November 24th, 2010
“Number 32″ by Tony Gloeggler
Tony Gloeggler NUMBER 32 Today I am taking the A Train away from Duke Ellington’s Harlem and into East New York, Brooklyn. This beautiful tall blonde and I are the only two caucasians in the crowded car. With each stop, we move closer, pulled together by some unnamed force. We both know not to look [...]
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Tuesday, November 23rd, 2010
“Leaving Lake Tahoe” by Alan Fox
Alan Fox LEAVING LAKE TAHOE I have grown careful, quite careful, about to whom and what I attach myself in this life— dreams are fragile outside the womb of the mind. I stand in the living room of a home I will never see again. I’ve done this, elsewhere, before— said “goodbye” to the panoramic [...]
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Monday, November 22nd, 2010
“In Passing” by Sybil Pittman Estess
Sybil Pittman Estess IN PASSING How many before you have decorated your house, or died here before you? How many have loved this past or have loathed their histories here? Who has rested her body from a day’s tedium? Who has cooked here for cousins? For farmers, perhaps, or MD’s? Who made her own bedspread [...]
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Sunday, November 21st, 2010
“The Fisherman, the Gulls, and the Bible People” by Michael Estabrook
Michael Estabrook THE FISHERMAN, THE GULLS, AND THE BIBLE PEOPLE I’m minding my own business trying to read Leaves of Grass on the beach at about 9 a.m. when these two guys with beards and long hair and cigarettes dangling from their mouths, these two fisherman, pull up in a motor boat. They toss in [...]
