Archive for December, 2010
Friday, December 31st, 2010
“The Scales” by Manuel Paul López
Manuel Paul López THE SCALES She dyes my hair black on Tuesday nights. I think she wants me to look like Trent Reznor. Or like that long-haired guy from AFI. Or like Nobukata Kawai, the guitarist from her favorite Japanese band, Envy. I believe this though my brother says I look like Janet Wood from [...]
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Thursday, December 30th, 2010
BY LEAPS AND BOUNDS: VOLUME TWO OF THE SEASONS OF YOUTH by Louis Daniel Brodsky
Review by Howard Rosenberg BY LEAPS AND BOUNDS: VOLUME TWO OF THE SEASONS OF YOUTH by Louis Daniel Brodsky Time Being Books 10411 Clayton Road St. Louis, MS 63151 ISBN 978-1-56809-131-0 2010, 69 pp., $15.95 www.timebeing.com The front cover of Louis Daniel Brodsky’s sixty-third poetry book caught my attention. A child’s crayon drawing fills most [...]
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Wednesday, December 29th, 2010
“The Fruit Detective” by Lola Haskins
Lola Haskins THE FRUIT DETECTIVE On the table, there are traces of orange blood. There is also a straight mark, probably made by some kind of knife. The detective suspects that by now the orange has been sectioned, but there is always hope until you’re sure. He takes samples. Valencia. This year’s crop. Dum-de-dum-dum. The [...]
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Tuesday, December 28th, 2010
“21-Gun Salute” by David LaBounty
David LaBounty 21-GUN SALUTE we started talking about it the way one talks about how they’re someday going to go to heaven or maybe Costa Rica we talked about plans for the kids just in case the worst should ever happen, we talked about death & burials & I said I’m a veteran I might [...]
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Monday, December 27th, 2010
“A Sloth First Hears Its Name” by Marianne Kunkel
Marianne Kunkel A SLOTH FIRST HEARS ITS NAME But why should it care? It munches a cecropia leaf. It probes the air with its blunt snout, detecting a waft of sour coconut. It lumbers to a branch, grabs hold with its claws, drops, dangling upside down like a knapsack. It doesn’t know to feel ashamed [...]
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Sunday, December 26th, 2010
“Incompetence” by Mark D. Hart
Mark D. Hart INCOMPETENCE It’s uncanny how often when I sit on this bench by the bakery someone really screws up parallel parking in the space next to me. It’s uncanny how this space is often empty while all other spots are filled. Is it cursed? The drivers are always female, which is not PC [...]
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Saturday, December 25th, 2010
Ommateum (with Doxology) by A.R. Ammons
Review by Troy Jollimore OMMATEUM (WITH DOXOLOGY) by A. R. Ammons WW Norton & Company 500 Fifth Ave New York, NY 10110 ISBN# 0-393-06446-8, 73 pp., $23.95 www.wwnorton.com The world of Ommateum, a sequence of thirty numbered but not otherwise titled poems, reminds one of a Henri Rousseau painting, in which everything is a symbol [...]
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Friday, December 24th, 2010
“On Loved Ones Telling the Dying to ‘Let Go’” by Reeves Keyworth
Reeves Keyworth ON LOVED ONES TELLING THE DYING TO “LET GO” Don’t bother yourselves. Really. We’re not “clinging,” as you put it with your gentle scorn for the inept— “clinging to life” like a minnow too dumb to expire when a rain pool dries up. And we’re not sticking around because we fear to disappoint [...]
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Thursday, December 23rd, 2010
“The View, the World, My Mother” by Laurie Junkins
Laurie Junkins THE VIEW, THE WORLD, MY MOTHER Driving up the New Jersey Turnpike, I glance to the right, across the Hudson, at Manhattan packed in smog as if cushioned for shipping, buildings jutting from its milky haze in dark spikes, and I wonder if this was how it looked after that fall day— if [...]
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Wednesday, December 22nd, 2010
“Peeing After the Movie” by Christopher Goodrich
Christopher Goodrich PEEING AFTER THE MOVIE Even if the film was everything you wanted—the slow, awkward, man-child admitting to love, the three sisters realizing what they must accomplish before midnight—this is still the most satisfying scene, half-running to the john through the awakening dark, trying to hold yourself in, trying hard to be dignified, then, [...]
