Archive for January, 2011
Monday, January 31st, 2011
“The Firing” by Marsh Muirhead
Marsh Muirhead THE FIRING I fired my secretary today. It felt like murder, although I’ve never murdered anybody. I’ve never fired anybody either and it wasn’t easy. I’ve tried before. It was always the right day early in the morning, my list of grievances sufficient, but by coffee break she seemed quite convivial, her faults, [...]
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Sunday, January 30th, 2011
WHAT THE NEWS SEEMED TO SAY by S Stephanie
Review by Mark DeCarteret WHAT THE NEWS SEEMED TO SAY by S Stephanie Pudding House Publications 3252 Parklane Ave. Columbus Ohio 43231 ISBN-10 1-58998-774-8 2009, 28 pp., $10.00 www.puddinghouse.com Almost all of your best political poetry—works of testimony, indignation and grief, even fiery wrath over the state of our planet–eventually finds itself turning inwards, settling [...]
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Saturday, January 29th, 2011
“U.S. Unemployed Jumps to 12.5 Million” by Abigail Templeton
Abigail Templeton U.S.UNEMPLOYED JUMPS TO 12.5 MILLION Colocamos em caixas Convertidos en cajas We have become boxes empilhadas uma a outra una encima de otra stacked on top of each other esperando serem abertas. esperando que nos abran. waiting to be opened. Nos preguntamos se o Free Preguntamos si el Free We ask if the [...]
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Friday, January 28th, 2011
“Feral Cats” by Glenn Shaheen
Glenn Shaheen FERAL CATS All night, a howl outside the window. All night an animal is sick. I won’t get any of this right the first time. In Switzerland, scientists have found the region of the brain that tricks us into seeing ghosts. Some cloud of current that drifts from front of skull to back. [...]
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Thursday, January 27th, 2011
“Graduation” by Al “Doc” Mehl
Al “Doc” Mehl GRADUATION Sometimes I feel I maybe oughta Tell of eastern Colorado, And the little town where I attended school. That town had one run-down saloon, One little school (just one square room), And just one pump that rang a bell when you’d re-fuel. ’Twas just a little prairie town, And so the [...]
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Wednesday, January 26th, 2011
“Chinese Spies” by Glenn Shaheen
Glenn Shaheen CHINESE SPIES It’s not that I don’t like people. I want to imagine a world in which I can give endlessly to others— my time, my money, whatever it takes. Our voices would be raised together in celebration, with real musical tones. In songwriting, the best new melody is the one that sounds [...]
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Tuesday, January 25th, 2011
THE PLACE THAT INHABITS US by Sixteen Rivers Press
Review by Alexa Mergen THE PLACE THAT INHABITS US Selected by Sixteen Rivers Press Foreword by Robert Hass Sixteen Rivers Press P.O. Box 640663 San Francisco, CA 94164 ISBN 978-0-9819816-1-1 2010, 160 pp., $20.00 www.sixteenrivers.org Every good poetry anthology starts with a necessary or an original organizing principle; The Place That Inhabits Us: Poems of [...]
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Monday, January 24th, 2011
Tomaz Šalamun
Tomaz Šalamun Anyone who falls into an arabic night should know that laws there are ruthless and brutal at first one hears tingle tangle from the high stone walls someone drops a rope with a basket leave the dates alone! don’t eat them that’s how they stop drovers if the rope is strong enough allow [...]
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Sunday, January 23rd, 2011
“Planning” by Gemma Mathewson
Gemma Mathewson PLANNING With deliberate determination not to become a statistical casualty of the epidemic, specifically in my college dorm and pandemically elsewhere, of coming down with pregnancy, thereby precipitating a clandestine retreat to legal new jersey, when the very first opportunity presented himself with the impressive triple credentials of playing acoustic guitar, riding a [...]
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Saturday, January 22nd, 2011
“Four Women in a Hot Tub” by Kathlene Postma
Kathlene Postma FOUR WOMEN IN A HOT TUB We lowered ourselves in, our suits stretched by fat that had collected all winter like sediment. We smoked pot and someone said something profound, but it wasn’t me. I rolled like a detached fetus in the water and wondered about the electrical wires that ran beneath us [...]
