Archive for January, 2012
Tuesday, January 31st, 2012
“Two Panels by Memling” by David D. Nolta
David D. Nolta TWO PANELS BY MEMLING from the Brukenthal Collection The dog loved the boy and the boy is dead. The man—his father—could not allow His son to be buried inside his head As if he had never lived. That’s how The artist, Memling, entered the picture (Figuratively speaking). [...]
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Monday, January 30th, 2012
Rattle #36 Winter Reading
On Sunday, January 15th, Rattle held a reading for issue #36 at the Church in Ocean Park, in Santa Monica, CA. Eight poets from the issue read samples of their work: Teresa Chuc Dowell Alan Fox Sonia Greenfield Bruce McBirney Peg Quinn Diana M. Raab Ephraim Scott Sommers Craig van Rooyen Teresa Chuc Dowell, a [...]
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Sunday, January 29th, 2012
“Teaching Slant Rhyme” by Leah Nielsen
Leah Nielsen TEACHING SLANT RHYME I have always wanted to write a poem in which lavender rhymes with vendor or scavenger but mostly cadaver, but the image—imagine a literary journal’s response — seems inadvertently humorous—and there seems no nonchalant way to pair them, to rhim them, as my students say, which is a marked improvement [...]
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Saturday, January 28th, 2012
“Housekeeping” by Rachel Lynn Nevins
Rachael Lynn Nevins HOUSEKEEPING Well, kiddo, we’re the only parents you’ll ever have, I’m sorry to say: your father, the artist, and me, the poet and oft-enraged student of Zen, sitting up in bed and yelling at your father, “Nirvana is not somewhere else!” An hour later you were conceived. And now, just look at [...]
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Friday, January 27th, 2012
“I Only Dance for My Mother” by Mathias Nelson
Mathias Nelson I ONLY DANCE FOR MY MOTHER She gives me the wine and I take the wine. I mop her floors and she walks on them while they’re still wet so I begin to dance to warn her of how easy one can slide. She watches grinning in her old green jacket before going [...]
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Thursday, January 26th, 2012
“Look at Us Living” by Megan Moriarty
Megan Moriarty LOOKING AT US LIVING Through the binoculars, we saw us moving through the foliage. The world was on rewind: a herd of horses ran backwards across a field. Yellow leaves kept climbing back to their branches. “What’s the opposite of fall?” I said, and he said “Spring.” Then it was August, then July, [...]
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Wednesday, January 25th, 2012
THE GREEN COTTAGE by Michelle Gillett
Review by Claire Keyes THE GREEN COTTAGE by Michelle Gillett The Ledge Press 40 Maple Ave Bellport, NY 11713 2010, 29 pp., $8.00 http://www.theledgemagazine.com The Green Cottage of Michelle Gillett’s chapbook appears to be an actual place that has gotten passed down to the poet’s generation. It stands for continuity but also as a place [...]
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Tuesday, January 24th, 2012
“Twister” by Kathryn Mockler
Kathryn Mockler TWISTER The Evangelical Christian was so busy tying up his shoelace that he failed to notice the twister fast approaching. When he finally stood up and saw dark clouds surrounded by a funnel-shaped force, he said to himself, “My Lord, is that Armageddon?” “No,” said the postman who had just put a large [...]
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Monday, January 23rd, 2012
“Grass in My Hair” by Bruce McRae
Bruce McRae GRASS IN MY HAIR I was arguing with the scarecrow. His voice was like a wall of sand coming closer and closer. He had corn on his breath but no mouth to speak of. His mind was a straw stalk in the wind, all the colours of a golden rainbow, there, but not [...]
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Sunday, January 22nd, 2012
“Charity” by Susan McMaster
Susan McMaster CHARITY The light morning slivers and glitters through crab apples frozen and sweet as clumps of pin cherries to a flock of chickadees— But I don’t chase the sun outside except to meet the big white truck that pulls up to our door to deliver our new dryer, two lank smiling guys with [...]
