Archive for July, 2011
Thursday, July 21st, 2011
“What Religion Means to Me” by Amorak Huey
Amorak Huey WHAT RELIGION MEANS TO ME Religion is why Kristi broke up with me my senior year in high school in Holier-Than-Y’all, Alabama. All the girls spent spring break at [...]
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Wednesday, July 20th, 2011
COME ON ALL YOU GHOSTS by Matthew Zapruder
Review by Bill Neumire COME ON ALL YOU GHOSTS by Matthew Zapruder Copper Canyon Press PO Box 271 Port Townsend WA 98368 IBSN 978-1-55659-322-2 2010, 96 pp., $16.00 www.coppercanyonpress.org Matthew Zapruder’s third poetry collection, Come On All You Ghosts, recently available from Copper Canyon Press, has the same non-sequitir, dreamlike charm as American Linden (Tupelo [...]
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Tuesday, July 19th, 2011
“To Tinnitus” by Donna C. Henderson
Donna C. Henderson TO TINNITUS You could be crickets or midges, whine of the wires inside the walls, transmissions from distant stars, share I can hear of the music of the spheres, high frequency keen of a cathode-ray T.V. Whatever you are, the soundtrack of my inner existence consists of your high-pitched hiss; while everything [...]
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Monday, July 18th, 2011
“Katherine with the Lazy Eye. Short. And Not a Good Poet” by francine j. harris
francine j. harris KATHERINE WITH THE LAZY EYE. SHORT. AND NOT A GOOD POET. This morning, I heard you were found in your McDonald’s uniform. I heard it while I was visiting a lake town, where empty woodsy highways turn into waterside drives. I’d forgot my toothbrush and was brushing with my finger, when a [...]
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Sunday, July 17th, 2011
Two Poems by Forrest Hamer
Forrest Hamer A POEM ALSO ABOUT DUPLICITY It would be unfortunate if the idea of multiple selves obscured the fact the self is still responsible for the terror it makes in the mind. It would be a mistake if the multiple meanings of [...]
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Saturday, July 16th, 2011
“What This Poem Will Do” by Anne Haines
Anne Haines WHAT THIS POEM WILL DO This poem cannot bring you back. This poem cannot make the clouds move more quickly or slowly in the sky, cannot change the weather. This poem cannot return you to a happy childhood, erase a painful one. This poem will not clear your skin, condition your hair, wash [...]
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Friday, July 15th, 2011
COMPENDIUM by Kristina Marie Darling
Review by Kyle McCord COMPENDIUM by Kristina Marie Darling Cow Heavy Books 22812 St. Joan Street Saint Clair Shores, MI 48080 2011, 52 pp., $12.00 www.cowheavybooks.com Typically, I try not to think too deeply about cover images and how they relate to a work. But when the book I’m preparing to read features a cover [...]
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Thursday, July 14th, 2011
“We Speak of August” by Valentina Gnup
Valentina Gnup WE SPEAK OF AUGUST Alone in my kitchen, I copy a chicken salad recipe from a Woman’s Day magazine and plan tomorrow night’s dinner. We don’t know what will happen between one raindrop [...]
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Wednesday, July 13th, 2011
“Trading Places or Out Among the Missing and Lost” by Tony Gloeggler
Tony Gloeggler TRADING PLACES OR OUT AMONG THE MISSING AND LOST Maybe I was on the D train methodically making my way to a Yankee Stadium day game when some legless beggar rolled slowly through the car holding a paper cup in his clenched teeth. While I wondered if he was faking like Eddie Murphy [...]
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Tuesday, July 12th, 2011
“While Reading Scientific American…” by Kate Gleason
Kate Gleason WHILE READING SCIENTIFIC AMERICAN AND AMNESTY INTERNATIONAL BETWEEN CALLS AT THE HELP HOTLINE, MY CO-WORKER ASKS ME WHY THERE’S NO THERAPISTS-WITHOUT-BORDERS The mother of the suicide bomber who entered a temple with his own idea of heaven strapped to his body will never come to see us, nor the woman who carried her [...]
