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		<title>SIX LIPS by Penelope Scambly Schott</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Review by Claire Keyes 
SIX LIPS
by Penelope Scambly Schott
Mayapple Press, 2009
408 N. Lincoln Street
Bay City, MI  48708
ISBN 978-0-932412-84-3
2010, 80 pp.,  $15.95
www.mayapplepress.com
Six Lips is dazzling.  Were it for its language alone, I would savor these poems again and again if only to get some relief from the pedestrian gumbo of contemporary speech.  [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://rattle.com/blog/2010/03/lips-penelope-scambly-schott/</link>
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		<title>&#8220;Early Night&#8221; by Alan Soldofsky</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Alan Soldofsky

EARLY NIGHT
In early December
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; singing under the hedge
of verbena beside the porch.
What lies the sun tells
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;of a few leaves stripped of their color,
parenthesis of rust on the hinges of the car door.
High wisps of clouds
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;lit up by something
that has fallen.
The edge of a storm front
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;faintly coming, a change in the smell
of the air, a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://rattle.com/blog/2010/03/early-night-by-alan-soldofsky/</link>
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		<title>&#8220;Poem in Search of a Horse&#8221; by Hayden Saunier</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Hayden Saunier
POEM IN SEARCH OF A HORSE
Time is not reading the poem as you
read the poem, but rest assured he’s slipped
inside the room in his soft, polished shoes,
with his little cough, his bowler hat in hand,
so sorry to disturb. It isn’t that he doesn’t like
to read, he loves to lean across your shoulder,
let you feel [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://rattle.com/blog/2010/03/poem-in-search-of-a-horse-by-hayden-saunier/</link>
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		<title>&#8220;The Night Before&#8221; by Michael Salcman</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
Michael Salcman
THE NIGHT BEFORE
The ex-husbands were the worst; not one showed up
to discuss whether a wife’s head should be shaved
the night before or asleep on the table.
Ex-girlfriends and wives were better, always there
to stake out their territory and proclaim undying devotion.
A patient’s room the night before was like a temple
a moment before the service starts, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://rattle.com/blog/2010/03/the-night-before-by-michael-salcman/</link>
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		<title>&#8220;Into the Fog&#8221; by Mark Rich</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Mark Rich
INTO THE FOG
Whiteness over this village and hill
obscures everything from view until
you are right on it—if in a car
with someplace to go. Having not far
to go, by foot, to a household sale,
we wonder how forecasters could fail
so completely to see this coming,
mute folds draping over everything
so that what we see is never quite
what we [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://rattle.com/blog/2010/03/into-the-fog-by-mark-rich/</link>
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		<title>MOVING HOUSE by Angela Alaimo O&#8217;Donnell</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Review by Maryanne Hannan
MOVING HOUSE
by Angela Alaimo O’Donnell
WordTech Communications
PO Box 541106
Cincinnati, OH 45254-1106
ISBN-10: 1934999725
2009, 98 pp., $18.00
http://www.wordtechcommunications.com/
At the 2007 West Chester Poetry Conference, I attended a panel discussion on “Catholicism and Modern American Poetry.” One of the speakers struck me as bold in defining the operational intersection of her spiritual tradition and artistic imagination with [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://rattle.com/blog/2010/03/moving-house-angela-alaimo-odonnell/</link>
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		<title>&#8220;Sunday Picnic on the Vltava&#8221; by Tera Vale Ragan</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Tera Vale Ragan
SUNDAY PICNIC ON THE VLTAVA
The waves of air along the water
soothe the chapped spines of young
Czechs who’ve sheared their hair
to hawk it up and away from sweat
that pearls along their skull lines.
They gather clinking Pilsner bottles,
punk among the mosquito weeds and silted
rock the flood has left on the Ostrov strip.
They know the embankment [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://rattle.com/blog/2010/03/sunday-picnic-on-the-vltava-by-tera-vale-ragan/</link>
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