Archive for September, 2011
Saturday, September 10th, 2011
IN THE CARNIVAL OF BREATHING by Lisa Fay Coutley
Review by Ash Bowen IN THE CARNIVAL OF BREATHING by Lisa Fay Coutley Black Lawrence Press P.O. Box 327 Theresa, NY 13691 ISBN 978-0-9828766-3-3 2011, 25 pp., $9.00 www.blacklawrencepress.com The latest chapbook from Lisa Fay Coutley, In the Carnival of Breathing, is an emotionally complex series of poems that spends the bulk of its real [...]
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Friday, September 9th, 2011
“A Poem for Parking Lots” by Mark Terrill
Mark Terrill A POEM FOR PARKING LOTS We’re pulling into the mostly empty parking lot in back of the pet store in Itzehoe on a gray north-German Wednesday afternoon & over in the corner of the lot is a young man sitting on a curb with a rucksack at his feet drinking a bottle of [...]
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Thursday, September 8th, 2011
“Graduation” by Tim Suermondt
Tim Suermondt GRADUATION All the things the young will do and see that I never will. All the things I’ve seen and done that they never will—the trade-off seems fair. I walk down the block, the elms lined up like they are on inspection— “Those shoes need more shine, Suermondt,” the sun hanging over my [...]
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Wednesday, September 7th, 2011
“Cold Tea” by Sarah Pemberton Strong
Sarah Pemberton Strong COLD TEA Come upon later, like a dream recalled at lunchtime. Dark as deep water, bone cold. Where is she now, the woman who poured into a white cup? She was standing on the lip of the whole river with her plan when the current called her and she had to go: [...]
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Tuesday, September 6th, 2011
“Lunch with My Parents” by Jill Stein
Jill Stein LUNCH WITH MY PARENTS So my mother is rolling up her skirt because she spilled cold water on it and maybe she’s not wearing anything underneath and my husband is gesturing frantically because the people at the next table can look up her dress and my father is talking about the strings the [...]
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Monday, September 5th, 2011
SERIOUSLY DANGEROUS by Helen Losse
Review by Maria Garcia Rouphail SERIOUSLY DANGEROUS by Helen Losse Main Street Rag PO Box 690100 Charlotte, NC 28227 ISBN 978-1-59948-289-7 2011, 62 pp., $14.00 www.mainstreetrag.com Poetry lovers will surely delight in Seriously Dangerous, Helen Losse’s latest collection of deftly sculpted lyric poems. Throughout this volume of 47 mostly short works, Losse reveals a sensibility [...]
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Sunday, September 4th, 2011
“Defiantly” by John L. Stanizzi
John L. Stanizzi DEFIANTLY It begins with a mistake while they are rushing through what they call “busy work,” some assignment you find a drag as well, having concocted it so that you can tell parents you wouldn’t permit a lack of rigor to seep into the classes you teach. A moment before they sleep, [...]
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Saturday, September 3rd, 2011
“The Art of Waiting” by Maryhelen Snyder
Maryhelen Snyder THE ART OFWAITING: THE PARALLELS OF POETRY AND THERAPY O you and me at last, and us two only! —Walt Whitman There are only the two of us. The poet and the page. The therapist and the client. These are the central creative activities of my life. And each is an intimate experience [...]
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Friday, September 2nd, 2011
“Tavern. Tavern. Church. Shuttered Tavern,” by Patricia Smith
Patricia Smith TAVERN. TAVERN. CHURCH. SHUTTERED TAVERN, then Goldblatt’s, with its finger-smeared display windows full of stifled plaid pinafore and hard-tailored serge, each unattainable thread cooing the delayed lusciousness of layaway, another church then, of course, Jesus pitchin’ a blustery bitch on every other block, then the butcher shop with, inexplicably, the blanched, archaic head [...]
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Thursday, September 1st, 2011
“Mr. James’s Marvelous Thing” by Prartho Sereno
Prartho Sereno MR. JAMES’S MARVELOUS THING In this week’s obituaries—Betty James, whose 90 years are boiled down to three paragraphs, one and a half given to her husband Richard, the marine engineer who fell in love with a torsion spring when it toppled from his desk and cartwheeled out the door. In the picture, Betty’s [...]
