Archive for March, 2011
Friday, March 11th, 2011
“The Fifties” by Barbara Crooker
Barbara Crooker THE FIFTIES We spent those stifling endless summer afternoons on hot front porches, cutting paper dolls from Sears catalogs, making up our own ideal families complete with large appliances and an all-occasion wardrobe with fold-down paper tabs. Sometimes we left crayons on the cement landing, just to watch them melt. We followed the [...]
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Thursday, March 10th, 2011
THE STILL POSITION by Barbara Blatner
Review by Sandra Kohler THE STILL POSITION: a verse memoir of my mother’s death by Barbara Blatner NYQ Books The New York Quarterly Foundation, Inc P.O. Box 2015 Old Chelsea Station New York, New York 10113 ISBN 978-1-935520-23-8 2010, 115 pp, $14.95 www.nyqbooks.org When a poet friend asked if I’d be interested in reading–and possibly [...]
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Wednesday, March 9th, 2011
“Call It Love” by Anne Coray
Anne Coray CALL IT LOVE Even while he lay, stern-browed and static on the bed, rejecting death those of us still standing in the hushed room saw his arms become more shapely and the dark hairs starting their undarkening as moonlight flooded the window and moved up his body until it touched the tip of [...]
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Tuesday, March 8th, 2011
“Famous Last Words” by Antonia Clark
Antonia Clark FAMOUS LAST WORDS The dying make no bones about it. It’s life they want to talk about–business as usual: news and weather, sports, the sound of rain striking the windowpane, the most recent hole in one, stock prices, interest rates, errands to run. The dying talk of elephants, veal pies, rising fog, tiresome [...]
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Monday, March 7th, 2011
“The Joy of Cooking School” by David Cazden
David Cazden THE JOY OF COOKING SCHOOL She was involved in complexities of shallots. He peeled thin skins, parting a garlic clove like a dancer’s pale shoes. Breaktime they spooned milk froth over espressos. Their talk was euphoric, young faces flushed Renoir-red in the spirals of steam. They wondered where it would lead, the smearing [...]
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Sunday, March 6th, 2011
“Why They Stayed Together” by Grace Cavalieri
Grace Cavalieri WHY THEY STAYED TOGETHER Take Snow In My Arms –H.D. First there was the Powdered sugar Covering all thoughts Like a winter storm in the ghetto, Then–the weight of the trees Around the house, Roots entangling Growing through the chairs, [...]
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Saturday, March 5th, 2011
ALL OF YOUR MESSAGES HAVE BEEN ERASED by Vivian Shipley
Review by Stellasue Lee ALL OF YOUR MESSAGES HAVE BEEN ERASED by Vivian Shipley Louisiana Literature Press, SLU Box 10792 Hammond, Louisiana, 70402 ISBN: 978-0-945083-27-6 (cloth) 978-0-945083-28-3 (paper) 2010, 128 pp. $14.95 louisianaliterature.org Vivian Shipley’s voice is compelling as she speaks for the women in her book. She gives word to their loss and loneliness, [...]
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Friday, March 4th, 2011
“A Driving Student Adjusts the Seat” by Arlene Ang
Arlene Ang A DRIVING STUDENT ADJUSTS THE SEAT When she enters she has to adjust the seat to her size. She thinks this is how it feels to drive a stolen car. She leans against the wheel to change the recline angle and smells what she’s learned to call the starvation of damp-palmed girls. The [...]
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Thursday, March 3rd, 2011
“Delta Flight 1152″ by Andrea Hollander Budy
Andrea Hollander Budy DELTA FLIGHT 1152 After the first drink, you can be what you’re not. It’s so easy, all you must do is answer this man’s questions with truths you’ve just invented–on my way to the annual meeting of master magicians, or to a conference of physicists or international bankers–and your life is enviable, [...]
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Wednesday, March 2nd, 2011
“Lester’s Calling” by Glenn McKee
Glenn McKee LESTER’S CALLING In the “Hey, You There!” of the moment Lester thought it was the Lord calling. He turned, looked, saw nothing human, but there sprawled a pig in the gutter moaning in a language Lester didn’t understand but could speak if spoken to by a friendly pig. This one wasn’t first-order friendly, [...]
