Tuesday, October 18th, 2011
“And Yet, Another Nature Poem” by Richard Vargas
Richard Vargas AND YET, ANOTHER NATURE POEM maybe it’s me but when sticking something up my ass i like to know what are the ingredients so imagine my surprise when flipping over the box of preparation h and reading that it consists of 3% shark liver oil it’s one thing to end up fillet’d on [...]
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Monday, October 17th, 2011
“Sonny’s Song” by Glenn Morazzini
Glenn Morazzini SONNY’S SONG “Someday, they’re gonna write a blues song just for fighters,” he once said. “I’ll be for slow guitar, soft trumpet, and a bell.” —Sonny Liston, in King of the World by David Remnick As a kid I carried fields on my back, sharecropper’s black cotton, when daddy wasn’t hoeing welts on [...]
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Friday, September 16th, 2011
“The Petty Snow” by Scott Withiam
Scott Withiam THE PETTY SNOW Winter’s first snowflakes stuck together on their way down. There were so many people upon which they fell who were not sticking together. There was an unsnapped driving glove fallen to the wet slop, looking like a tired tongue hanging out. People awkwardly slipped away from each other, bodies taut. [...]
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Thursday, September 15th, 2011
2011 Rattle Poetry Prize Finalists
Rattle is proud to announce the Finalists for the 2011 Rattle Poetry Prize: Pia Aliperti Atlanta, GA “Boiler” . Tony Barnstone Whittier, CA “Why I Am Not a Carpenter” . Kim Dower Los Angeles, CA “Why People Really Have Dogs” . Courtney Kampa Oak Hill, VA “Self-Portrait by Someone Else” . M Portland, OR “To [...]
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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 [...]
