Archive for February, 2011
Monday, February 28th, 2011
“Rooms Change When We Argue” by Russell Bradbury-Carlin
Russell Bradbury-Carlin ROOMS CHANGE WHEN WE ARGUE The doorknobs were tarnished and smoky. Sunlight in the room shuffled into corners. We were debating adult things, while my teeth strained to sieve out simple words, and you focused on the farness of the wall. The pine trim clenched out new knots. The swinging arm lamp thought [...]
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Sunday, February 27th, 2011
“Meaning” by Sally Bliumis-Dunn
Sally Bliumis-Dunn MEANING My mother is eighty-two, not so steady on her feet; she falls now and then; last week, in her driveway; missed a step she said; she has more of them now: moments when she seems almost absent from herself and the greedy earth pulls her. I watch leaves fall and wonder how [...]
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Saturday, February 26th, 2011
“Peculiar Crimes” by Laurie Blauner
Laurie Blauner PECULIAR CRIMES In some countries the bodies vanish. Not here, little girls are unearthed from their pink, overstuffed bedrooms to kiss their plastic dolls, practicing for you. Each family is marvelous with its mistakes, an aunt kidnapped by an old lover who dropped her decorously off at her parents’ house screaming an hour [...]
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Friday, February 25th, 2011
LOCAL HOPE by Jack Heflin
Review by Ash Bowen LOCAL HOPE by Jack Heflin University of Louisiana at Lafayette Press P.O. Box 40831 Lafayette, Louisiana 70504-0831 ISBN 9781887366984 2010, 86 pp., $10.00 http://ulpress.org In many ways, Local Hope, the latest book by Jack Heflin, is a collection of elegies on the loss of the American dream and religious faith. The [...]
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Thursday, February 24th, 2011
“The Hit Man Absentmindedly Kills a Fly” by Laurie Blauner
Laurie Blauner THE HIT MAN ABSENTMINDEDLY KILLS A FLY Each body is patient. Each in their different way, sometimes words cough out. In the syncopation of knives, something is left. Dirt under my fingernails. Insects resembling bullets worry the air and this is the time for small talk, time to implicate yourself into the next [...]
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Wednesday, February 23rd, 2011
“Uses of Metaphor” by F.J. Bergmann
F.J. Bergmann USES OF METAPHOR He thought of each marriage as a strophe in the poem of his adult life–those arguments that ended with a slammed door, or one or the other of them hanging up the phone, mid- sentence, as the line breaks; a divorce as the double carriage return. He was still undecided [...]
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Tuesday, February 22nd, 2011
“I Went In With My Hands Up” by Caleb Barber
Caleb Barber I WENT IN WITH MY HANDS UP “Sweet Jesus as morning the queenly women of our youth! The monumental creatures of our summer lust!” –Thomas McGrath, “Letter to an Imaginary Friend” It was a little like that pregnant black heifer stuck in the aluminum feeder-box sized specifically for calves –jackknifed, full of muesli [...]
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Monday, February 21st, 2011
“Passage” by Matthew James Babcock
Matthew James Babcock PASSAGE When I hear that over the last three months in the patchwork jungles of the Orient a Secoya shaman named Cesario has staged an elaborate ritual celebrating his young son’s foray into manhood, all I can think is that nothing like that ever happened for me. Now it seems the quintessential [...]
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Sunday, February 20th, 2011
SHADOW BALL by Charles Harper Webb
Review by Kathryn McMurray SHADOW BALL by Charles Harper Webb University of Pittsburgh Press 3400 Forbes Avenue Pittsburgh, PA 15260 ISBN 978-0822960423 2009, 140 pp., $16.95 www.upress.pitt.edu It is no surprise that Charles Harper Webb was a psychotherapist before he published five books of poetry. It is also no surprise that he is a father, [...]
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Saturday, February 19th, 2011
“The People’s Republic of Sleepless Nights” by Robert Archambeau
Robert Archambeau THE PEOPLE’S REPUBLIC OF SLEEPLESS NIGHTS As if in a cold war spy flick, it is a foggy night. You pull up to the striped and lowered roadblock and the checkpoint guard, fat in his overcoat, breathes gin down your neck as he thumbs through your passport. He stamps it with the black [...]
