Archive for March, 2011
Thursday, March 31st, 2011
“Weighing In” by Michael Boccardo
Michael Boccardo WEIGHING IN She considers each issue an exfoliant for the soul. Already, her room has been hijacked by copies of Cosmo and Vogue and Elle, rose scented Post-Its protruding from the slick covers in a fan of fuchsia eyelashes. A sufficient supply lies within easy reach of her newly lacquered nails, coated Provocative [...]
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Wednesday, March 30th, 2011
CHARLOTTE BRONTË, YOU RUINED MY LIFE by Barbara Louise Ungar
Review by Marcie Newton CHARLOTTE BRONTË, YOU RUINED MY LIFE by Barbara Louise Ungar The Word Works P. O. Box 42164, Washington DC 20015 ISBN 978-0-915380-79-4 2011, 80 pp., $15.00 wordworksbooks.org When I first picked up Barbara Ungar’s glorious book of poems, I asked myself, “What on earth did Charlotte do to ruin your life?” [...]
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Tuesday, March 29th, 2011
“The Study of Nature” by Diane Lockward
Diane Lockward THE STUDY OF NATURE Every morning for thirty years you’ve kissed me, the same kiss, one neat peck, chaste as toast. Look through the window. Take a lesson from the cat that visits our yard: Hide in the bushes. Be still, every muscle poised. Observe me as I stroll across the patio and [...]
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Monday, March 28th, 2011
“The Mathematics of Your Leaving” by Diane Lockward
Diane Lockward THE MATHEMATICS OF YOUR LEAVING Today I remembered my algebra book flying across the room, my father shouting I was stupid, a dumb girl, because I couldn’t do math– and all because you are leaving, I’m calculating numbers, totaling years, even working out equations: If x + 1 = 2, what is the [...]
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Sunday, March 27th, 2011
“Allen Ginsberg’s Dead” by M.L. Liebler
M.L. Liebler ALLEN GINSBERG’S DEAD ”Why, to write down the stuff and people of everyday, must poems be dressed in gold, in old fearful stone?… I want poems stained by hands and everydayness.” –Pablo Neruda I know Allen Ginsberg’s dead, And I want to write A poem for him just like every- Body else wants [...]
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Saturday, March 26th, 2011
“Fast Gas” by Dorianne Laux
Dorianne Laux FAST GAS for Richard Before the days of self service, when you never had to pump your own gas, I was the one who did it for you, the girl who stepped out at the sound of a bell with a blue rag in my hand, my hair pulled back in a straight, [...]
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Friday, March 25th, 2011
GRASSHOPPER: THE POETRY OF MA GRIFFITHS
Review by Maryann Corbett GRASSHOPPER: THE POETRY OF MA GRIFFITHS Arrowhead Press 70 Clifton Road, Darlington Co. Durham. DLI 5DX United Kingdom ISBN 978-1-904852-28-5 2011, 352 pp., £12.00 www.arrowheadpress.co.uk The first big thing to get out of the way is this: Yes, Margaret Griffiths published three of my poems in her journal Worm. They were [...]
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Thursday, March 24th, 2011
“If You Took the Sistine Chapel” by John Nimmo
John Nimmo IF YOU TOOK THE SISTINE CHAPEL and wiped blank Michelangelo’s sibyls and saints, the great, outstretched hand of God, the spark of life, Adam and all his progeny, and the angels of the heavenly host; if you plastered over the little window that the cardinals who gather from every nation send white smoke [...]
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Wednesday, March 23rd, 2011
“Sweeping Equation” by Dory L. Hudspeth
Dory L. Hudspeth SWEEPING EQUATION When bad news comes I sweep. My left hand becomes a pivot while the right is force moving across the axis of my body. It’s a geometric dance. Grief within form is art. Other habitual motions feel like that too. Within the matrix of porch floor boards and slatted siding [...]
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Tuesday, March 22nd, 2011
“Sitting on the Berlin Wall” by Patrick Hicks
Patrick Hicks SITTING ON THE BERLIN WALL January 1990 On my way back to Belfast I wandered past Bebelplatz, smelled the air for burning books, glanced at Brandenburg Tor, and went to that open field, Potsdamer Platz. I chewed the alien words until, like the Berlin Wall, my trust in language simply collapsed. Bordered by [...]
