Author Archive
Monday, August 30th, 2010
AND THE WEST WAS NOT SO FAR AWAY by Brad McDuffie
Review by Alex Andriesse AND THE WEST WAS NOT SO FAR AWAY by Brad McDuffie Des Hymnagistes Press P.O. Box 41271 Lafayette, LA 70504 ISBN 978-0-9822693-2-9 2009, 64 pp., $12.00 http://deshymnagistes.blogspot.com Maybe it’s a truism but it’s not untrue: American poetry has never been much known for its poetic “movements,” or for what the French [...]
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Wednesday, July 7th, 2010
“Happiness Severity Index” by Rebekah Remington
[Audio clip: view full post to listen] Rebekah Remington HAPPINESS SEVERITY INDEX Though in the lower standard deviation, I fall, the statistician says, within the normal range of happiness. Therefore, no drugs today. What about tomorrow? What if doodling stars isn’t enough? Will I be asked to color the rainbow one more time? Name three [...]
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Tuesday, June 29th, 2010
“Backward Sonnet for a Forward Thinker” by Caitlin Doyle
[Audio clip: view full post to listen] Caitlin Doyle BACKWARD SONNET FOR A FORWARD THINKER “If only I knew now what I’ll know soon,” he likes to say. His office is immune to order, his lab the opposite. His team built a molecular machine that walks on strands of DNA. His childhood dream was to [...]
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Friday, June 18th, 2010
“To the Young Man…” by Lynne Knight
[Audio clip: view full post to listen] Lynne Knight TO THE YOUNG MAN WHO CRIED OUT “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?” WHEN I BACKED INTO HIS CAR I was thinking No. No, oh no. Not one more thing. I was thinking my mother, who sat rigid in the passenger seat crying, How terrible! as if we [...]
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Monday, May 31st, 2010
“Waiting for a Tune-Up at Superior Auto, Ferndale, Michigan” by D’Anne Witkowski
D’Anne Witkowski WAITING FOR A TUNE-UP AT SUPERIOR AUTO, FERNDALE, MICHIGAN A dark-haired man tells us that Baghdad was never a beautiful city. He talks of railroads, Hitler, and oil. “If I talked like this back there I would be hanged.” His laughter is crude, thick. He fills a paper cup with water, points at [...]
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Friday, May 28th, 2010
“The Valid Clumsiness of Roses” by Tim Suermondt
Tim Suermondt THE VALID CLUMSINESS OF ROSES “Are those for me?” the woman asks the man who’s standing stupidly in the doorway, holding the red roses. The man wants to say “No, they’re for the Super— of course they’re for you!” but he merely hands her the roses and says: “Who else?” The woman invites [...]
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Thursday, May 27th, 2010
“Late Fragment” by Glenn McKee
Glenn McKee LATE FRAGMENT* My glass regardless of its contents is full of Now—so full of Now I can drink my fill without fear of Now going out of business. When unable to bend an elbow, I take my Now through a straw. *Glenn McKee passed away 1/11/04 –from Rattle #23, Summer 2005
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Wednesday, May 26th, 2010
“Jeopardy” by Jeff McRae
Jeff McRae JEOPARDY And so if, when we are old and have lost interest in things scholarly, and the children are living lives of their own, what if we become what we strive now so hard to avoid? Comforted by routine, scheduled by television programs. What is: the morning coffee you brewed for years while [...]
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Monday, May 24th, 2010
“Faith” by Alan Shapiro
Alan Shapiro FAITH In no beyond or elsewhere all too bright or dark to see by; not in the chilly joy of preemptive mourning, the voodoo exchange of veil for ghostly face, but in the veil itself, the dazzle of quick shade becoming redtipped flare of wing igniting as the hawk banks in the last [...]
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Sunday, May 23rd, 2010
“The Parrot at Emerald Thrift” by Dixie Salazar
Dixie Salazar THE PARROT AT EMERALD THRIFT In the midst of stringless violins and broken princess phones, a garbled vowel punctuates the swamp-cooled aisles of Emerald Thrift. It’s the only freedom left to him: anomalous, guttural repetitions of a wizened child performing for pistachios— but the child tugging her mother’s skirt does not mistake its [...]
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Tuesday, May 4th, 2010
“Narrow Openings” by Francesca Bell
[Audio clip: view full post to listen] Francesca Bell NARROW OPENINGS A constant dripping on a day of steady rain and a contentious woman are alike. —Proverbs 27:15 It’s hot. The clouds’ soft faces are closed, a billowing refusal, [...]
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Tuesday, April 27th, 2010
“Psalm for Working Women” by Lynne Thompson
[Audio clip: view full post to listen] Lynne Thompson PSALM FOR WORKING WOMEN A microwave is my savior; I shall not starve. It alloweth me to eat quickly. It leadeth me to purchase Stouffers in bulk. It restoreth dehydrated onions. It delivers me from pre-heating for pre-heating’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley [...]
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Thursday, April 22nd, 2010
“1973″ by Jamie Thomas
[Audio clip: view full post to listen] Jamie Thomas 1973 If spring is the season of beginnings, then autumn’s the shotgun wedding, though the shotgun is seldom needed in these parts anymore. The idea of the thing is as loaded as the thing itself. Think powder blue tuxedo, bride slightly showing, January baby. It’s not [...]
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Wednesday, April 21st, 2010
“Lion in Suburbia” by Alyce Miller
Alyce Miller LION IN SUBURBIA They spotted him one early gray morning placidly seated by the children’s swingset, over-sized marzipan cat, like a child’s stuffed toy abandoned to the dew— (Pathera leo, you with ratty mane and skeptical look, briefly free of the torments that brought you here, what compromises have you been asked to [...]
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Monday, April 19th, 2010
“In Praise of Laughter” by Ilya Kaminsky
Ilya Kaminsky IN PRAISE OF LAUGHTER Where days bend and straighten in a city that belongs to no nation but all the nations of wind, she spoke the speech of poplar trees— her ears trembling as she spoke, my Aunt Rose composed odes to barbershops, drugstores. Her soul walking on two feet, the soul or [...]
