Archive for March, 2011
Monday, March 21st, 2011
“Eyes Wide Open” by Sam Hamill
Sam Hamill EYES WIDE OPEN The little olive-skinned girl peered up at me from the photograph with her eyes wide open, deep brown beautiful eyes that bore silent witness to a grief as old as the ages. She was young, and very beautiful, as only the young can be, but within such beauty as bears [...]
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Sunday, March 20th, 2011
THE MANAGEABLE COLD by Timothy McBride
Review by J. Scott Brownlee THE MANAGEABLE COLD by Timothy McBride TriQuarterly Books Northwestern University Press 629 Noyes Street Evanston, IL 60208-4210 ISBN 978-0-8101-2675-6 2010, 78 pp., $15.95 www.nupress.northwestern.edu Deeply immersed in the internal music of McBride’s own life growing up poor on the back streets of Rochester, New York, The Manageable Cold is, as [...]
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Saturday, March 19th, 2011
“The Coyote in the Graveyard” by Conrad Geller
Conrad Geller THE COYOTE IN THE GRAVEYARD I know you, those eyes, that furtive skulk. I know why you have come, partly to mock The mourners with their stones, partly to see A curious ceremony. You are small, Obviously starving. Your coat is bad. You have no reason for that arrogance Because, in spite of [...]
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Friday, March 18th, 2011
“What Difference Could We Make” by Kay Putney Gantt
Kay Putney Gantt WHAT DIFFERENCE COULD WE MAKE Sometimes when we lie in bed you turn your back asking for a scratch. With my left hand I hold my book and with the other I stroke up and down along your spine– a simple act–connecting. Something surges up my arm I want to remember–the warm [...]
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Thursday, March 17th, 2011
“Fun” by Patricia Fargnoli
Patricia Fargnoli FUN Of course, when I think about fun, I think of a man in a short buckskin skirt, shirtless, walking down the street of the Bridge of Flowers with a cross-bow, a quiver of arrows on his back. About fifty, an ordinary man I wouldn’t have noticed but for the crossbow and his [...]
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Wednesday, March 16th, 2011
“Feeling Compassion For Others” by Anna Evans
Anna Evans FEELING COMPASSION FOR OTHERS after Molly Peacock Feeling compassion for others is the right way to feel. It’s one way we can prove to friends we’ve finally grown up, when it might be tempting–human, even–to lord it above someone instead. At twenty when I stole a boy my best friend had adored for [...]
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Tuesday, March 15th, 2011
MASTER OF DISGUISES by Charles Simic
Review by Howard Rosenberg MASTER OF DISGUISES by Charles Simic Houghton Mifflin Harcourt 15 Park Avenue South New York, NY 10003 ISBN 978-0-547-39709-2 2010, 96 pp., $22.00 http://www.hmhco.com/ In Master of Disguises, Charles Simic’s first poetry book since ending his tenure as Poet Laureate, he continues a trend toward writing about the “dark side,” pushing [...]
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Monday, March 14th, 2011
“The Flippant Zeitgeist” by James Doyle
James Doyle THE FLIPPANT ZEITGEIST wants Pancho Villa, Dead or Alive, Shirley Temple mooning, Lincoln still watching the play in his stove-pipe hat. The audience behind him can’t see anything on the stage but an occasional flash of thigh. Then he keels over and the big picture is clear again. O, Twenty-First Century, sit back [...]
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Sunday, March 13th, 2011
“Salt” by Carol V. Davis
Carol V. Davis SALT A man bends in the entryway of the market stalls sprinkling salt from a box. His boots are rubber, a green so pale they are almost no color. That is right because there is no sun, no warmth this time of year. The box of salt is also without color, though [...]
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Saturday, March 12th, 2011
“Question Mark and the Mysterians” by Barbara Crooker
Barbara Crooker QUESTION MARK AND THE MYSTERIANS I’m upstairs in my teenage bedroom, lights out, listening to WABC, Cousin Brucie, under the covers, my hair so tightly wound around wire rollers the size of juice cans that it’s impossible to sleep. But how else can I get it to flow from the center part, then [...]
