Archive for November, 2011
Wednesday, November 30th, 2011
BEST AMERICAN POETRY 2007 ed. by Heather McHugh
Review by Jeannine Hall Gailey BEST AMERICAN POETRY 2007 ed. by Heather McHugh & David Lehman Scribner ISBN: 978-0618942725 2007, 192 pp. $16.00 www.bestamericanpoetry.com What might you expect from a BAP guest-edited by the famously witty Heather McHugh? Wordplay, whimsy, and a generous extra helping of humor aimed at scrabble-aficionado types? Then you won’t be [...]
No Comments » - Posted in E-Reviews by Timothy Green
Tuesday, November 29th, 2011
“Gutter Punk” by Mather Schneider
Mather Schneider GUTTER PUNK A pitch black tattoo covers almost her entire head. Only a lightning streak of white is left on her right cheek like something frozen in an act of violence. It obliterates her. The ugly people look at her and hate her for doing to herself what nature did to them, for [...]
5 Comments » - Posted in Poems by Timothy Green
Monday, November 28th, 2011
“I Reclaim” by Linda Leedy Schneider
Linda Leedy Schneider I RECLAIM I reclaim the orchard. Tear down the houses. Plant trees. I reclaim buds, blossoms and bees. I reclaim my childhood, milk in glass bottles left in a tin box, frozen cream that rose to the top. I reclaim the lid I slid off popping corn to delight my dog who [...]
No Comments » - Posted in Poems by Timothy Green
Sunday, November 27th, 2011
“Relic” by Stacie Primeaux
Stacie Primeaux RELIC My son is not as enchanted with me as he used to be. He’s begun to shrug my limbs off snuff out my kisses, though I tell him he’s only rubbing them in I’m sauce-spattered as the kitchen stove. I smell like stale wisdom and hard watermarks My boot scuffs sound decades [...]
No Comments » - Posted in Awards,Poems by Timothy Green
Saturday, November 26th, 2011
“Sea Squill Bulbs” by Elisha Porat
Elisha Porat SEA SQUILL BULBS to Ward Kelley On Memorial Day I kneel to plant sea squill bulbs in pots, to place on the cement surfaces in the small military section. And when they peek at me and call I place them once again in dirt, sit on the lump [...]
No Comments » - Posted in Poems by Timothy Green
Friday, November 25th, 2011
UNDONE by Maxine Scates
Review by Erin Feldman UNDONE by Maxine Scates Western Michigan University 1903 W. Michigan Ave. Kalamazoo, Michigan 49008 ISBN 978-1-930974-99-9 2011, 71 pp., $15.00 www.wmich.edu/newissues It is difficult to know where to begin with Maxine Scates’ Undone. To begin with the first poem is to begin with the last one or one found in between [...]
No Comments » - Posted in E-Reviews by Timothy Green
Thursday, November 24th, 2011
“Note to the House Sitter” by Debora Palmer
Debora Palmer NOTE TO THE HOUSE SITTER I forgot to tell you the fire extinguisher is propped by the piano. In case of fire, grab the Cairo lamp and the dog. If you rub her throat, she’ll lean against you and moan. Night clunks in the kitchen are the cats or the icemaker. Whispering in [...]
No Comments » - Posted in Poems by Timothy Green
Wednesday, November 23rd, 2011
2011 Pushcart Prize Nominees
Rattle is proud to announce the following nominees for the 2011 Pushcart Prize: Patricia Lockwood – “When We Move Away from Here, You’ll See…” (#35) Jan LaPerle – “She Rings Like a Bell Through the Night” (#35) Christopher Crawford – “So Gay” (#35) Heather Bell – “Love Letter to the Gulf Coast Oil Spill” (#35) [...]
No Comments » - Posted in Announcements by Timothy Green
Wednesday, November 23rd, 2011
“The Specificity of Generalities” by Ed Orr
Ed Orr THE SPECIFICITY OF GENERALITIES The “Year Without a Summer” was technically not a year without summer—just colder than most: frozen lakes, failed crops, feelings that, foremost, accompany winter—wondering, for example, if spring, let alone summer, will ever come. The tiger, in its relentless measured momentum, releases itself from its cage; but no one [...]
No Comments » - Posted in Poems by Timothy Green
Tuesday, November 22nd, 2011
“Regret” by Matthew Olzmann
Matthew Olzmann re•gret (r-grt) 1. (Verb) To remember with a sense of sadness: Her son, a soldier, always said it is better to regret something you did than something you didn’t do. And there were nights when she would regret in the form of a list—regret not uttering I love you enough, regret not having [...]
