Thursday, August 19th, 2010
“The Ghost of Frank O’Hara” by John Yohe
John Yohe THE GHOST OF FRANK O’HARA The ghost of Frank O’Hara taps me on the shoulder whispering and what about the humor what about talks with the sun and things that happen at the movies out of sight of parents don’t forget the thirst of being in Manhattan in the heat and Coke the [...]
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Tuesday, August 17th, 2010
“The Venturi Effect” by Donald Mace Williams
Donald Mace Williams THE VENTURI EFFECT You may have thought, from visiting art shows, that canyons squeezed together on their way downstream. No. That’s only perspective. They in fact, as any hiker my age knows, spread out and vanish. Their canyonness goes. Their vital currents pool up, slacken, splay, their tall red hoodoos melt into [...]
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Saturday, August 14th, 2010
“Rumpus, Cohesion, Mess” by Thom Ward
Thom Ward RUMPUS, COHESION, MESS The bed sheet knows the vices I’ve slept. How quickly it nooses my feet. Someone said, we’re wrong men in a right world, all that zigzag anger. Not quite—that’s another movie. We’re wrong men who’ve built a wrong world, each with a knapsack full of crushed glass, cigarette butts. Photos [...]
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Thursday, August 12th, 2010
“Freedom” by Elizabeth Klise von Zerneck
Elizabeth Klise von Zerneck FREEDOM Haight Street The realtor claimed the flat was lived in once by Janis Joplin, a quite common claim, we later learned. The tactic worked on us. We learned to overlook—that hint of fame!— the smell of gas, an awkward floor plan, soot that never scoured. We dwelled not there but [...]
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Monday, August 9th, 2010
“To a Hurricane” by Catherine Esposito Prescott
Catherine Esposito Prescott TO A HURRICANE At the right speed wind sounds like a train straining its breaks as metal grates metal; but before you imagine sparks raining circles around the wheels, its voice changes to a throaty hush. In the early stages, you may mistake it for the neighbors laughing, then crying. As doors [...]
