Archive for November, 2010
Wednesday, November 10th, 2010
FIRECRACKER RED by Stellasue Lee
Reviewed by Ramon Presson firecracker RED by Stellasue Lee Cardinal House Publishing 5001 Fremantle Court Spring Hill, TN 37174 ISBN 978-0-9826472-0-2 2010, 117pp., $19.95 If Stellasue Lee were a storeowner and her poetry the products, hers would be a most inviting shoppe, the kind that quickens the pulse with anticipation upon entering while simultaneously quieting [...]
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Tuesday, November 9th, 2010
“Regrets Number 191: Th Bosnian” by S. Brady Tucker
S. Brady Tucker REGRETS NUMBER 191: THE BOSNIAN So, an old girlfriend (see poem Regrets Number 82: Old Girlfriends Never Die) and I pick up these three foreign travelers (one girl from Holland, one boy from Venezuela, one boy from Bosnia) and within a few minutes this crazy bitch has invited them to stay with [...]
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Monday, November 8th, 2010
“Cloud Poem No.45,678″ by Richard Allen Taylor
Richard Allen Taylor CLOUD POEM NO. 45,678 As if we needed another one, but you should see this solitary white shark, fins and all, cruising the reefs of a dry blue April sky, having eaten or scared away all the smaller clouds, and still hungry, reminding me of the fish in your aquarium and how [...]
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Sunday, November 7th, 2010
“Adam” by Phillip Sterling
Phillip Sterling ADAM The problem was he’d never been a boy, never had a mother to mother him or punish him for teasing the cat (spun dizzy on a bar stool), or using the Lord’s name in vain, or leaving wads of chewing gum in the pockets of his corduroys, gumming up the good laundry [...]
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Saturday, November 6th, 2010
“Mustachio” by Lianne Spidel
Lianne Spidel MUSTACHIO Six a.m. in the Y pool, the swimmer in the next lane flashes me a grin before flipping into his turn, and I ask myself why I never liked a mustache on a man. It might have been those childhood newsreels—a face with mad eyes and a censor’s black mark riding the [...]
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Friday, November 5th, 2010
BREAK THE GLASS by Jean Valentine
Review by Ellen Miller-Mack BREAK THE GLASS by Jean Valentine Copper Canyon Press Post Office Box 271 Port Townsend, WA 98368 ISBN 978-1-55659-321-5 2010, 81 pp., $22.00 www.coppercanyonpress.org I often read Jean Valentine’s poems before I go to sleep, ever-hopeful my dreams will catch a breeze through the door opened to worlds beyond. Or to [...]
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Thursday, November 4th, 2010
“The Waving Girl” by Donald Smyth
Donald Smyth THE WAVING GIRL When I think of the girl standing at river’s edge, arms uplifted as if crying for divine intervention, I think of Savannah and its stately homes and squares, but I also think of longing run awry, but isn’t that part of what love is about, longing unfulfilled? She stands alone [...]
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Wednesday, November 3rd, 2010
“Jake’s Poem” by Judith Slater
Judith Slater JAKE’S POEM I asked my grandson (8) to write a poem. We were waiting in the car for his mother and sister to agree on a dress for her 5th grade graduation, so he scribbled in a little notebook for about five minutes and handed me this as fluffy as a blue jay. [...]
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Tuesday, November 2nd, 2010
“Weeping, Weeping, Weeping” by Gregory Orr
Gregory Orr * Weeping, weeping, weeping. No wonder the oceans are full; No wonder the seas are rising. It’s not the beloved’s fault. Dying is part of the story. It’s not your fault either: Tears are also. But You can’t read when you’re Crying. Sobbing, you won’t Hear the song that resurrects The body of [...]
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Monday, November 1st, 2010
“Officer, I Saw the Whole Thing” by Eric Paul Shaffer
Eric Paul Shaffer OFFICER, I SAW THE WHOLE THING a rant for Lawrence and Albert and Lew Officer, I saw the whole thing. I was standing there minding my own business, when the sky cracked open like a blue Easter egg, and suddenly, I saw it all was made of atoms and molecules and elements [...]
