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Monthly Archives: July 2012
Mr. Frost (an excerpt from the novella Life After Sleep)
Mr. Frost (an excerpt from Life After Sleep) by Mark R. Brand “This frigging thing.” Frost knew without looking that Mary had gotten blood on the hemocrit analyzer lens again. She started pulling out drawers at the nurse’s station looking … Continue reading
SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: JOHN REPP
Photo by Katherine Knupp THE LETTER By John Repp In the letter, she says she doesn’t want to end the letter so I’ll never stop reading this scrap light as ash in the pit where I’ve sworn for thirty years … Continue reading
Rolling Stone
Rolling Stone by Steve Davenport Takes a flood to turn a bottom, make hell of the houses on stilts and the ones squat as toads hugging shore dirt. Tree-float and sop’s the least of it. Takes more than a boat … Continue reading
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Tagged Arsenic Lobster, New American Press, Poetry, University of Illinois
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Review of Destroyer and Preserver by Matthew Rohrer
Review of Destroyer and Preserver by Matthew Rohrer by Letitia Trent I had a professor during my undergraduate years (one those old-fashioned liberal arts professors who believed that intimately knowing Milton’s Satan or Shakespeare’s Lear was a prerequisite for being … Continue reading
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Tagged Matthew Rohrer, Ohio State University MFA, Poetry, political literature, Reviews
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Agnosticism and Atheism: Five Misconceptions, Five Quotes, and One Video
Agnosticism and Atheism: Five Misconceptions, Five Quotes, and One Video by Okla Elliott [The following clarifications of popular misconceptions do not by any means exhaust the number of spurious claims made on the subject, but I hope they will help … Continue reading
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Tagged Agnosticism, Aldous Huxley, Atheism, Bertrand Russell, Jean-Paul Sartre, Morality, Okla Elliott, Sam Harris
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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: TERRI KIRBY ERICKSON
DEPRESSION By Terri Kirby Erickson Her knees nearly buckle with the weight of a new star, but oh the sweet relief when one of them falls or when the sun pulls up its rays like rope ladders because light, even … Continue reading
My mind is a piece of slate in the desert
By Hannah Phinney We are driving driving driving through a simplified landscape. The color & texture of ground morphs subtly every fifty miles but always in the distance great swathes of mountainous rock. I am breathing deep-sea breaths and not … Continue reading
SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: JOHN PAUL DAVIS
MYSELF, WITH THE NIGHT ON MY FACE By John Paul Davis For an angel went down at a certain season into the pool, and troubled the water: whosoever then first after the troubling of the water stepped in was made … Continue reading
Basket
Basket by Angie DeCola Once held a pile of biscuits. Since then sits still in the corner, a tabby watching marbles roll and sound across the floor. Next to the table now not on it, basket’s useless as ripped pages … Continue reading
SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: WILLIAM REICHARD
PALIMPSEST By William Reichard The dead call to say they’re not dead, or they are, but in any case, would I please stop writing about them? All of my old lovers call to say they prefer their privacy, so maybe … Continue reading