Archive for May, 2011
Saturday, May 21st, 2011
“Glimpse” by Alan Fox
Alan Fox GLIMPSE After Mrs. Henderson Presents Auto-immune disease rages throughout the world tonight as cells at war in a single body— call it diabetes, call it AIDS— kill each other off. The search for a cure rages throughout the world tonight as scientists search for antidotes— call them antibiotics, [...]
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Friday, May 20th, 2011
SASHA SINGS THE LAUNDRY ON THE LINE by Sean Thomas Dougherty
Review by Michael Schmeltzer SASHA SINGS THE LAUNDRY ON THE LINE by Sean Thomas Dougherty BOA Editions, Ltd. 250 North Goodman Street, Suite 306 Rochester, NY 14607 ISBN 978-1-934414-39-2 2010, 80 pp., $16.00 www.boaeditions.org I read hundreds of pages of poetry in any given month. I also listen to a profane amount of rap and [...]
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Thursday, May 19th, 2011
“Beginner’s Lesson” by Malcolm Alexander
Malcolm Alexander BEGINNER’S LESSON If you wish to be wealthy, duck beneath the topcoat of a well-dressed river until you come up with a mossy boot filled with shiners. Spend them wisely. To tread lightly on the earth, first breathe in and out slowly to sense how oxygen walks barefoot, then observe butterflies, so weightless [...]
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Wednesday, May 18th, 2011
“The Nest at Applewood Apartments” by Patricia Fargnoli
Patricia Fargnoli THE NEST AT APPLEWOOD APARTMENTS In a pot of impatiens I hung outside my apartment door, a house finch built her nest. Three small eggs, white with potential. Day after day, she huddled over them—flew off, came back, ruffled by our passings and her instinct to protect. Without water, the plant withered, leaves [...]
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Tuesday, May 17th, 2011
“The Fuchsia, the Orange, and the Dahlias” by Susan Denning
Susan Denning THE FUCHSIA, THE ORANGE, AND THE DAHLIAS for John Ashbery We were waiting what seemed like a long time, when someone said they thought the sign pointing left had been deliberately forged, and the route to the city had become untenable. The conversation kept returning to science, to [...]
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Monday, May 16th, 2011
“Up Shit’s Creek With No Sense of Smell” by Nina Corwin
Nina Corwin UP SHIT’S CREEK WITH NO SENSE OF SMELL Continue to contaminate your bed, and you will one day suffocate in your own waste —Chief Seattle to President Franklin Pierce, 1854 There’s another Ozone Alert in this kiln [...]
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Sunday, May 15th, 2011
THE ARAKAKI PERMUTATIONS by James Maughn
Review by James Benton THE ARAKAKI PERMUTATIONS by James Maughn Black Radish Books ISBN-13 978-0982573167 2011, 120 pp., $15.00 www.blackradishbooks.org Drawing from his training in the martial arts, and building on his earlier work, Kata, Maughn creates poems simultaneously energetic and spare in a challenging, extended exploration of, in his words, “the connections and intersections [...]
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Saturday, May 14th, 2011
“Dark Edges” by Val D. Conder
Val D. Conder DARK EDGES Wind whips snow around corners desire lending purpose to our lives as we check our Christmas list, the list of a little boy in the Children’s Suicide Center, remembering his tousled black hair, chubby freckled cheeks, green eyes, windows to a scarred soul, the striped blue shirt he loves to [...]
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Friday, May 13th, 2011
“Learning History in Nursery School” by Patrick Carrington
Patrick Carrington LEARNING HISTORY IN NURSERY SCHOOL For a month, rain slid down on silk ropes like a spider was wrapping us in a sad and sturdy home. On the way to pre-school my son asked if we might have to hold umbrellas forever. Through the window, I watched him build a day of his [...]
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Thursday, May 12th, 2011
“Catch-and-Release Rat Fishing” by Joseph Capista
Joseph Capista CATCH-AND-RELEASE RAT FISHING You follow Earl’s pal with the blue-ribbon rat tattooed across his chest to his choice hole along the Jones Falls Basin’s concrete banks. Dusk is thick and moist. Mr. Bill from the Domino plant smells all brown and no sugar. When he says Good fishing weather, the word fishing sticks [...]
