Archive for July, 2011
Monday, July 11th, 2011
“Sin of Unrequited Love” by Heidi Garnett
Heidi Garnett SIN OF UNREQUITED LOVE In war there are no unwounded soldiers. —Narosky We had the problem of youth, the problem of desire, our testicles pulled tight as empty purse seines, the starved musculature of the heart. We watched clouds move from east to west, but with no real avidity. The sun rose and [...]
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Sunday, July 10th, 2011
THE CROWS WERE LAUGHING IN THEIR TREES by Peter Conners
Review by Erin Feldman THE CROWS WERE LAUGHING IN THEIR TREES by Peter Conners White Pine Press P.O. Box 236 Buffalo, New York 14201 ISBN 978-1-935210-20-7 2011, 59 pp., $16.00 www.whitepine.org To read Peter Conner’s The Crows Were Laughing in Their Trees is to be initiated into a darkly comedic and surreal world. Readers are [...]
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Saturday, July 9th, 2011
“The End of the Old Woman” by Michael Fulop
Michael Fulop THE END OF THE OLDWOMAN She was an old Hungarian woman. She had lived in the same apartment for one hundred or one thousand years. And every year a new layer of paint was applied to her kitchen, her living room, her bedroom. It was a grayish green paint, dull not glossy. Year [...]
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Friday, July 8th, 2011
“Living Right” by Jeffrey Franklin
Jeffrey Franklin LIVING RIGHT Where I come from, what they call “living right” most often means no liquor and no sex except what’s sanctioned by the state of marriage, and only then with hurried indifference, plus regular appearances at church. Only men need worry about living right, since women got themselves or had been stuck [...]
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Thursday, July 7th, 2011
“Vanished” by Alan Fox
Alan Fox VANISHED Fondly, I covet my neighbor’s life the leaves in his garden, flustering the wind I blow from running thirsty steps from doom. Along the river there is bank, along the bank a path, a road, a house, and barbeque, English, Art, and Math. When time comes as it never can I think [...]
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Wednesday, July 6th, 2011
“For a Patient” by Helen Montague Foster
Helen Montague Foster FOR A PATIENT: YOU SAID YOU HATED POEMS because you didn’t get what they meant. I said poetry is a language of pictures. I meant to show you how to pick a calming song for singing to yourself. You asked: How can you calm yourself; you are yourself. I said: None of [...]
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Tuesday, July 5th, 2011
WOLF LAKE, WHITE GOWN BLOWN OPEN by Diane Seuss
Review by Ellen Miller-Mack WOLF LAKE, WHITE GOWN BLOWN OPEN by Diane Seuss University of Massachusetts Press POB 429 Amherst, MA 01004 ISBN 978-1-55849-825-9 2010, 88 pp. ,$15.95 paper, http://www.umass.edu/umpress Do you love language, finding yourself in a hot tub of pleasure when it flows and surprises? Then Diane Seuss is your woman. She has [...]
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Monday, July 4th, 2011
“4% of Everything or Nothing” by Ray Emanuel
Ray Emanuel 4% OF EVERYTHING OR NOTHING On the seat of the Humvee, I find this magazine with an article on dark energy and I think it will be nice to kill some time as I am moving in a line of 5 tons and tankers, across an endless sea of red dirt. The physicists [...]
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Sunday, July 3rd, 2011
“Last Words of Encouragement…” by J.C. Ellefson
J.C. Ellefson LASTWORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT FROM GOOD LOUISIANA GRANDFATHER SOUTH What you want is a woman who will work with you, and a one ton green truck, four wheel drive, four speed, low rear end, dumps, and I don’t care what make it is as long as it’s no [...]
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Saturday, July 2nd, 2011
“Nowa Huta” by Jehanne Dubrow
Jehanne Dubrow NOWA HUTA “New Steelworks,” the Socialist Realist city developed in the 1950s outside Kraków, Poland In the model city, nothing seems to work, not the winch, the derrick, the coaldust men, not the foreman shouting Get up, boys, go work. Our philosophy was made to work—chug chug the sleek machine, the chiseled men [...]
