Archive for May, 2011
Tuesday, May 31st, 2011
“Car Accident” by Ken Meisel
Ken Meisel CAR ACCIDENT 9th Street, St. Petersburg, Florida The same month that woman went into outer space, and I mean Judith Resnik, who died in the Challenger a few years later, underneath the watching eyes of God or NASA, another woman I didn’t really know, either, a common woman, [...]
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Monday, May 30th, 2011
THE TROUBLE BALL by Martín Espada
Review by Howard Rosenberg THE TROUBLE BALL by Martín Espada W. W. Norton & Company, Inc. 500 Fifth Avenue New York, New York 10110 ISBN 978-0-393-08003-2 2011, 66 pp., $24.95 http://books.wwnorton.com Martín Espada’s latest book, The Trouble Ball, is a collage of 24 poems that serve as vehicles for the expression of his political and [...]
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Sunday, May 29th, 2011
“The Making of 1:43 PM” by Marcia LeBeau
Marcia LeBeau THE MAKING OF 1:43 PM Anna had Down Syndrome and was best friends with my sister who also, not surprisingly, has Down Syndrome, too that’s the PC way to refer to it these days. And yes, Anna died 3 days after taking a Caribbean cruise with her mother my sister and my mother. [...]
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Saturday, May 28th, 2011
“1:43 PM” by Marcia LeBeau
Marcia LeBeau 1:43 PM Anna died this afternoon Is she unicycling down Mt. Sunapee weeping uncontrollably small hands stroking my hair, cool air spinning the smell of death metallic in my mouth? They weren’t receptive to our daughters, Marcia. The workers on Royal Caribbean Cruise Lines were not receptive to our daughters. My neighbor’s smooth [...]
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Friday, May 27th, 2011
“Recess” by Douglas Goetsch
Douglas Goetsch RECESS A ring of children seated Indian style, a girl deciding which head to tap as she orbits them in her pretty dress saying Duck Duck Duck Duck Duck. Every boy wants to [...]
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Thursday, May 26th, 2011
“Asylum” by Carey Fries
Carey Fries ASYLUM I still hate myself for what I did, taunting feral cats in the isolation room, a suede bite glove. So cold, they hissed at the fog of my breath, squeezed their bodies to kennel back corners, yellow eyes flashing. I couldn’t leave the door open for long; some loose, tore bags of [...]
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Wednesday, May 25th, 2011
FROM THE AGE OF MIRACLES by David Chorlton
Review by John Freeman FROM THE AGE OF MIRACLES by David Chorlton Slipstream Publications Box 2071 Niagara Falls NY 14301 2009, 31pp., $!0.00. www.slipstreampress.org Around fifteen or so years ago I initiated a correspondence with David Chorlton because I admired one of his books of poetry. The correspondence was brief, and over the years I [...]
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Tuesday, May 24th, 2011
“Becoming an Island” by Tony Brusate
Tony Brusate BECOMING AN ISLAND Whole days evaporate. Her body turns to sand. She could be an island beach, her bedsheets a briny foam upon her shores. The men of the island stand waist deep casting their hand-tied nets toward the surf. Women on shore sort baskets for fish. Dark naked children scamper through the [...]
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Monday, May 23rd, 2011
“Whale Bone” by Steven Brown
Steven Brown WHALE BONE In this field of fireweed and wild oat that leans for ten thousand mornings to the east, I see the wind coming from miles and miles away like wakes at the back of an unseen boat. At first, it seems an incredible distance between the wind and where I stand, but [...]
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Sunday, May 22nd, 2011
“Our Adult Grandchildren” by Susan Rosenberg
Susan Rosenberg OUR ADULT GRANDCHILDREN How slowly……… imperceptibly we moved from center to periphery; Their visits now, I think, stem from duty more than pleasure as we ply them with too much food and stories they have heard before; We struggle to understand their lively conversations about a world that is not ours; and we [...]
