Monthly Archives: November 2012

SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: STEPHANIE KARTALOPOULOS

FERTILE By Stephanie Kartalopoulos Somewhere after the houses burning from beneath their heaviest frames, after the red that rises in the wake of a recessed heat. Somewhere after the third time you told me to find my own hell because … Continue reading

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MINIMA MORALIA, No. 72

MINIMA MORALIA: Reflections from the damaged life. By THEODOR ADORNO PART TWO: 1945. Aphorism #72: Second harvest. Translated by Dennis Redmond 72 Second harvest. – Talent is above all perhaps nothing other than serendipitously [glücklich] sublimated rage, the capacity to … Continue reading

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A MEMOIR

TRAUMA HISTORY by Michael Lasher I guess that I am glad that a chain link fence blocks me from the only inhabited house on this street.  To the right is a cemetery for backhoes.  Behind me is some sort of … Continue reading

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Middle Ground by Vilaska Nguyen

         Photo by Ian Romo.       The elevator abruptly jerks to a stop.  The overheard lights go dim.  Isabella doesn’t react.  She just leans against the opposite wall with a bottomless canyon separating us.  I hit the lobby button.  … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: STEVIE EDWARDS

By Stevie Edwards: POEM WITH PEARS IN IT After Robert Hass Everything in the college cafeteria is the fleshy color of canned pears and so am I because it is winter. * Because it is winter and fresh fruit is … Continue reading

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Why Don’t You Come Up Sometime and Queer Me?: Reclaiming Mae West as Author and Sexual Philosopher

Why Don’t You Come Up Sometime and Queer Me? Reclaiming Mae West as Author and Sexual Philosopher By Chase Dimock We know Mae West as an actress, a sex symbol, a cultural icon, a comedienne, a master of the one … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: TAWNYSHA GREENE

BREAKING BREAD AT AL QALZAM by Tawnysha Greene My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia, abayas, head covers off and I see their faces, their hair free. Hands touch me, lead me down a line of greetings, … Continue reading

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