Recently added articles from Antigonish Review:

this morning on my way to work, something strange

Jan 01, 2008; Power, Rebecca ... hey yeah is that no, don't be an idiot, you're in korea, not at the spur but, oh i can't hear, it's all static and shit static and shit, you are concise i know what it is no you don't, don't say it, you are an idiot oh gentle Jesus ...

on being here sometimes

Jan 01, 2008; Power, Rebecca ... la la la dee da it doesn't seem that impressive now does it not when you see it here like this but if the right person were to sing it it could fix you break you touch you oh yes even kiss you i am happy here happy ...

Island Time

Jan 01, 2008; Beck, Charlotte ... "What time is it?" asked Lane, her voice catching. Brian started as if he'd been lost in thought, then checked his watch, "Twelve-thirty, island time," he said, giving her a thin smile. She looked away, tired of everyone's euphemism for things being late. In the real world, buses, taxis ...

Early Readings, 1908

Jan 01, 2008; Bartlett, Brian ... All the sentences in this poem, sometimes shortened, are drawn from a copy of The New Brunswick Readers: Third Book, "prescribed by the Board of Education for New Brunswick," published by W.J. Gage & Company in 1900, and owned by my grandmother GeOrgie Othelia (Lawrence) Bartlett ...

What He Chose to Record

Jan 01, 2008; Bartlett, Brian ... (ProQuest: ... denotes "strike-through" in the original text omitted.) Though the rhymes and many of the juxtapositions are mine, all the words and phrases below appear in diaries kept by my great-grandfather C.B. (Crawford Bunting) Lawrence (1861-1935), begun in 1889 and continued until ...

Florida

Jan 01, 2008; Griffin, Daniel ... Hal was waiting on the porch when his sister pulled in. He walked down the gravel drive to meet her and when he was close enough, snatched the keys. "We need bread and milk and all that." He opened the driver's door and climbed into the truck. "You have enough money?" Hal patted ...

Breaking bread

Jan 01, 2008; White, Amy-Leah ... A neighbour's cat scratching at the window wakes me. She whimpers in the thin shadow cast by our fruitless tree, her scent Rising through the screen as the sun warms her fur. It's been a long night And now there is nothing for breakfast. One banana, but ...

Teachers From Hell

Jan 01, 2008; Wayman, Tom ... The professor who equates her pedagogical success with her students' defeats: the more of them she fails the more standards she has upheld and hence the better teacher she is The instructor who sets up office appointments and then leaves notes to explain ...

Students From Hell

Jan 01, 2008; Wayman, Tom ... The ones who practice aggressive comparison: I'm getting "A"s in all my other classes or Before I handed in my paper I read it to my friend in third year and she thought it was excellent or Nobody taking different sections of this ...

Take Us Quietly

Jan 01, 2008; Ferguson, Jesse ... Take Us Quietly by Tammy Armstrong. (Goose Lane Editions, 2006. 96 pp., $17.95) Take Us Quietly is Tammy Armstrong's third collection of poetry, and it speaks to the significance of the quotidian, of inhabiting and of human relationships. Many of its poems deal in the domestic, drawing ...

it is so dark

Jan 01, 2008; Prior, Tim ... From home pieces you go along and the little house disappears in the side mirrors, a vibrating image, indistinct; you go along because hidden in the earth somewhere, there is a path, and the path takes you, though it never reveals itself to ...

wolves

Jan 01, 2008; Prior, Tim ... their howls came thin through the twilight some summers, and to a child's mind they seemed out of place, not creditable, sounds out of stories or cowboy movies on the tv on a Sunday afternoon, high shouldered almost mangy looking monsters with ferocious ...

Cradle and All

Jan 01, 2008; Mohr, Renate M ... The rope broke. It plays in my head. Over and over again. And every time, I go back to the beginning where I press the buzzer. I press the buzzer. I wait. Privilege is the badge I wear. I look like someone with a resume. Someone you would meet in a gallery. Someone you would ...

Stipend

Jan 01, 2008; Richardson, Peter ... Even with a cleaning woman who scours everything in sight and prepares Swedish meatballs for your biannual house parties, you haven't forgotten what it was to mop and remop wooden steps on a Sunday in Dubuque, Iowa, the upper half of you ...

Merlin Wylt

Jan 01, 2008; Hussey, Charlotte ... King Arthur's Merlin was not the only Merlin. The Welsh had a second named Merlin Wylt, meaning the Wild. Wild Old Merlin's cooling his thighs, scrying his fate in a forgotten fountain: "A white worm will be crowned in my place, a wife wasted. Oak forests will ...

Field

Jan 01, 2008; Stuart-Sheppard, Peter ... Left with the smell of hay and damp stone the dead stablehand goes about his business, solid enough for a ghost; tougher than I'll ever be. What I would call happiness never seems to enter into it, unless you consider the horse which is ...

What The Gods Give Mortals

Jan 01, 2008; Langille, Carole ... When Chantal came to visit she took one look at Adele and said, "You've got to get out of this apartment. Take a course, any course, but do something. " Aside from going to work, Adele had not ventured further than her living room in weeks. She was familiar with the quiet of books and tea and ...

The Bargain

Jan 01, 2008; Shoenut, Meredith L ... In the bargain basement Maze of superfluous skins The entrails of Hudson's Bay Company I followed you, scowling While you - oblivious Rummaged through ridiculously Reduced coats and toques From the year before, With one pant leg ...

Alligator

Jan 01, 2008; Tucker, Aaron ... Alligator by Lisa Moore. (House of Anansi, 2005. 288 pp., $19.95) This is not the poetic and stylistic East Coast prose landscape of Alistair McLeod. Emerging from the heavy language-laden shadow of traditional Eastern Canadian writing, Alligator is a shifty and patchy, engaging ...

Ars Poetica

Jan 01, 2008; Snyder, J K ... Then tumble the things together, forget the fine work and filagree, the glass boats on jewelled seas; let your still voice wander, patient, listening, waiting to hear what must be ...