Archive for April, 2011
Wednesday, April 20th, 2011
TYPE O NEGATIVE by Joël Tan
Review by Yu-Han Chao TYPE O NEGATIVE by Joël Barraquiel Tan Red Hen Press P.O. Box 40820 Pasadena, CA 91114 ISBN 1597090182 2009, 109 pp., $19.95 http://redhen.org The overall impression one is left with after reading Joël Tan’s Type O Negative is that of something beautiful being dashed to bits, broken into a dozen lyrical [...]
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Tuesday, April 19th, 2011
“The Raid” by Ronald Alexander
Ronald Alexander THE RAID The jail cell is cold and crowded with queens. Leather queens in tight pants, transvestites in gowns, preppies in baggy sweaters, khaki pants, and blazers with crests. I sit in the corner on the concrete floor and watch the effeminate one prancing back and forth and yelling, I’m sorry officer. I’m [...]
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Monday, April 18th, 2011
“Deadline” by Marvin Bell
Marvin Bell DEADLINE “Bodies left to rot in the bush char in the sun.” I have to pause the taped replay of the news to catch my breath. It’s taxing to keep abreast of brush fires, abuse, disease and war, and the late-night talk show funnymen mocking villainy and genius equally to top the ratings. [...]
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Sunday, April 17th, 2011
“Another Night Nobody Came Alive” by Glenn McKee
Glenn McKee ANOTHER NIGHT NOBODY CAME ALIVE Lester had no way of knowing how down a day he faced, how deep a depression he flesh had inherited. He had no idea he’d get out of bed, poor poetry pouring from every pore as if his dreams had been gang-banged first by roving smiles then by [...]
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Saturday, April 16th, 2011
“Second Wife” by Judith Tate O’Brien
Judith Tate O’Brien SECOND WIFE I keep drawing the first one from the cemetery into the house and pose her perfect as a mannequin at the kitchen table where, chin resting on a long-fingered hand, she surveys the bran muffins and finds them crumbly. I imagine her coming to their bed smooth-bodied. I arrive bone [...]
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Friday, April 15th, 2011
IN A BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY by Kevin Prufer
Review by Nick DePascal IN A BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY by Kevin Prufer Four Way Books PO Box 535 Village Station, New York NY 10014 ISBN 978-1-935536-11-6 2011, 116 pp., $15.95 www.fourwaybook.com Kevin Prufer’s fifth poetry collection, In a Beautiful Country, is a fitting follow up to 2008’s National Anthem in terms of a continuation of themes [...]
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Thursday, April 14th, 2011
“The Invention of How” by Thom Ward
Thom Ward THE INVENTION OF HOW No algebra or chemistry equations required. Each Sunday at precisely seven a.m., he walked through the automatic doors of the giant, automatic supermarket, pushing a shopping cart full of potatoes, milk, bread, cheese and peanut butter, napkins and chicken cutlets, dozens of items for the cupboards, freezer and fridge. [...]
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Wednesday, April 13th, 2011
“Ways In, Ways Out” by Mark Terrill
Mark Terrill WAYS IN, WAYS OUT Hemingway’s looking down the twin-barrel of the shotgun into a blue metallic void. Hart Crane has one foot on deck, the other over the rail, his eye on the ship’s boiling wake below. Sylvia Plath’s on her knees in the kitchen with her head in the oven, wondering if [...]
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Tuesday, April 12th, 2011
“Holy Cats” by Dian Duchin Reed
Dian Duchin Reed HOLY CATS Say you’re lunching on a bench near the creek when three strays waylay you. The dainty calico and two brindled males take turns fuzzing your ankles, elbowing your elbows. It occurs to you that these are copies of the cats the goddess of Liberty used to reach down to pet, [...]
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Monday, April 11th, 2011
“Letter From a Brother” by Anne Coray
Anne Coray LETTER FROM A BROTHER It is the tailspin of autumn; we know where this is going. When I last wrote I could still stand alone. The funniest thing is watching the leaves which seem uncertain where to land– as if it mattered! Mother frets about the drip at my window and can’t fathom [...]
