Recently added articles from Antigonish Review:
The Hydrography of Memory
Jan 01, 2009; ... You memorize the scar beneath my left collarbone while we wait for the rain to end. Your fingers read its ridges like a sentence in Braille where your thumbprint begins to delineate interior chambers that echo a pattering resonance of voices reciting childhood ...
The Keening of Icebergs
Jan 01, 2009; ... Geophysicists say it's like something from a horror film - each iceberg weeps its own lament when crevasses inside flow with water and set its walls vibrating. But what is meant by these keenings? This is the sound of ice sundered - like oak ...
The Pulse of Trees
Jan 01, 2009; ... Bare branches stretched like veins across the blue wrist of the sky. Trees as evidence that the earth has a heart. Wooden arteries breaking through the ground remind us of the presence of a burning core that keeps us alive, moving through the mist of ...
The Archeology of Air
Jan 01, 2009; ... Air as artifact that could reveal history's layers of connection how it's filtered through the interior matrices of leaves. How it's cupped in creased hands in foreign countries, carried to the mouth and molded to reprieves or words of blessing. Exhaled over two ...
Walking
Jan 01, 2009; ... In the morning, I walk with my mother, my left hand in her right, past vases of silk flowers, framed prints of Renoir girls, Oprah on TV holding court. My mother won't look at me or speak. Her face is as clenched as her fists pounding the ...
The Miniature Breaths
Jan 01, 2009; ... Paul was sweet - so sweet he stank. No one would sit by him or eat with him. His clothes reeked and stuck together in a rancid clump; his Ma wouldn't allow them in the pile with the other laundry. The sweat, the soil, the cowshit she called "honest dirt." She didn't name Paul's sickly-sweetness, ...
love handles, love brakes, truing a relationship
Jan 01, 2009; ... be gentle; adjust by degrees, the tube is as soft as a heart as a frog in your palm. do your best not to puncture it. use the right tools and keep things moving. [Author ...
mothers, like junebugs
Jan 01, 2009; ... will aim for suns that aren't there. bottles perspire like children's foreheads, and hands get damp. [Author Affiliation] andrea bennett is a ...
Boating Event
Jan 01, 2009; ... Despite the calm day, with many sails rippling and snapping, this ocean alternates navy blue and hunter green. The myth begins with a sail reflecting a paddle-wheel steamer entering Halifax harbour, 1860, now flash to present as a floating casino. Several ...
Installation One (Venice)
Jan 01, 2009; ... Moon breaking cover, hello to my father dead a year without whom I am lonely plaintive voice of childhood recalled in archetype or watercolour, mixed in with strains of opera and Winnie-the-Pooh Today at Ca'Pesaro in the Galleria d'Arte ...
Teatro Amazonas for Marcelo Jacobs-Loreno
Jan 01, 2009; ... The rusted light in the picture is shattered - in contrast the great southern river emanates a turquoise radiant and somnambulant, and the deep moan of a foghorn from another world, ancient, drowned, fragmentary. At the gates of the Chapel of the ...
Giants
Jan 01, 2009; ... For a few months that summer we lived in a company town. I did not know what that meant at the time. When I heard the grown-ups make reference to it I would think of previous associations with the word, of nights when my mother and father would get us cleaned up and in our pajamas so that we ...
Wings and Beaks
Jan 01, 2009; ... Torrential night. A nest in a horse chestnut's drawn me outdoors, at last, after so many years, so many finer springs, to see how others make do. I have grown old, unseen, here on the swamped rural road: bats too high at dusk to ...
How I Became One Of My Poems
Jan 01, 2009; ... This is the story of-, who woke one morning in her bedroom to the sound of dogs barking and realized that her body was the same shape as Ubu's in Max Ernst's portrait, wrote the young novelist who had decided she wanted to write something clever. Her previous attempt, which was a story itself in ...
Janet's Cat in the Photograph
Jan 01, 2009; ... So much you could say about hair in your ears, the floors' recumbent coolness Scattered are the green boots you cuffed like a light-weight champion stretching into toes, holding releasing slow. Much more: sinewings, ...
Cold Nights
Jan 01, 2009; ... I wish the nights were cold once again; I'd push up hard into you by die camp kitchen counter, the air hanging in white weather. I was a beauty then, and you were fine. We ached for the cold like ice for a glass of water. Broke icicles late at night from the eaves under a ...
No Surrender
Jan 01, 2009; ... On many nights while Pascual dreamt, he completed that which he was now doing: pressing the button of the doorbell of the old Millán house. He always woke up rancorous and annoyed with himself because of that weakness of the subconscious, ready to return as soon as possible to the hatred of ...
After Words
Jan 01, 2009; ... "Soon enough we'll all rot under the earth. No truth to this, just fact." - Raymond Carver, Bahia, Brazil Calling someone with nowhere to run, someone running on empty, holding them on the line for your brief moment. Hanging each other ...
grandpa's room
Jan 01, 2009; ... Grandpa Lavender rises to his old C.B. handle, excuses himself from the kitchen table, carrying a cup of tea, full of intent. We stare into the loose geometry of placemats, our gazes heavy. "Bald Eagle" ascends scuffed steps to his second-storey armoury, flicks on ...
A Question for Carole H.
Jan 01, 2009; ... You sent me a Sumo wrestler, rendered brushed in squiggles, quickly sketched, a body full of tricks, a maze with no escape Each disconnected stroke reveals the swell and motion of a man, face chopped in discontent, eyes almost shut by fat, no ...