Recently added articles from Prairie Schooner:
Ax Handle.(Short story)
Jun 22, 2008; Chin, Marilyn ... <Text rich="yes"> Grandmother comes to Mei Ling in a dream. <Italic>There is a mosquito on my nose. It spins around my head and it bites me on the tip of my nose, over and over again. You might think that it is a trifle. But it shall buzz in my ear and annoy me to all eternity. Do you ...
The Wolf and the Chinese Pug.(Short story)
Jun 22, 2008; Chin, Marilyn ... <Text rich="yes"> One day the wolf, the last survivor of his pack, was so hungry that he finally leaped over the barbwire fence and crossed the border into the suburb. He sniffed from house to house, toppling garbage cans for food until he focused on one large white house somewhat hidden ...
Beast of Burden.(Short story)
Jun 22, 2008; Chin, Marilyn ... <Text rich="yes"> Please don't pity me. I know my fate. I was born a donkey and I must die a donkey. I am a beast of burden--my brown hide gashed a thousand times by the whip of my master. He is as brown as I and twice as angry. He is bitter and hardened for disease and starvation, has ...
Symposium.(Poem)
Jun 22, 2008; Kumin, Maxine ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> Last call for the symposium at 4 p.m. to examine the works of W. H. Auden whom I remember always in carpet slippers. X from Hum. 101 will discuss the early poems, Y from Eng. 323 will discuss the later poems in the symposium that opens at 4 p.m. ...
Coleridge's Laundry.(Poem)
Jun 22, 2008; Kumin, Maxine ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> I wanted to talk about Coleridge who was anything but handsome and was always leaving his wife to walk amazing distances for conversations with his pals: Poole, Lamb, Wordsworth, et al. I said, so what if the Pantisocratic ideal was just another ...
A Brief History of English Romanticism.(Poem)
Jun 22, 2008; Kumin, Maxine ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> How chaste was it? Does it matter? Did ever a poet have such a sister? It's true that he gave her the ring to wear all day the day before his wedding which she didn't attend for fear of drenching the ceremony with tears. For seven years she'd ...
Threnody.(Poem)
Jun 22, 2008; Cairns, Scott ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> The dream is recurrent, and yes the dream can leave me weeping, waking with a start, confused, and pressing my wet face hard into the pillow. That is to say the dream is very bitter. The scenes are various, the gist unchanging: my father returns, ...
Letter to an Old Poet.(Poem)
Jun 22, 2008; Cairns, Scott ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> Sir, I trust you are feeling better, now that mundane gravity has been--for you and those you entertain--eclipsed by more compelling gravitas. Does it register as similarly burdensome? I wonder also what you make these days of angelic life on the ...
Parable.(Poem)
Jun 22, 2008; Cairns, Scott ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> To what might this slow puzzle be compared? The rabbi is perplexed. That said, please bear in mind the rabbi has a taste for fraught perplexities. Comparisons have long obtained for those enamored of the word a measure of requital, have ...
Erato's Instruction.(Poem)
Jun 22, 2008; Cairns, Scott ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"><Italic>I like that you worry every word</Italic> , she said. <Italic>It reminds me of myself</Italic> . She took my hand and brushed it with her lips. <Italic>And I am</Italic><Italic>specially pleased to know you test each tender phoneme ...
The Grief of Mother Jones.(Poem)
Jun 22, 2008; McCarriston, Linda (American educator) ... <Text rich="yes">... <Italic>Mary Harris, who lost her iron-molder, union-organizer husband and four children in the yellow fever epidemic of 1867</Italic> <Preformatted type="other"><Bold>I</Bold> By the time she'd nursed the last of them out of their suppurating bodies and ...
Post-industrial.(Poem)
Jun 22, 2008; McCarriston, Linda (American educator) ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> We saw the weave room in winter. We two the only museum-goers. A stairwell skirled up floor beyond floor. Not much of the rest of Lowell was such red brick, so tended. Out of two hundred, ten looms thundered. We mimed our meanings to each other, ...
Nona's Brief History of the Women's Movement.(Poem)
Jun 22, 2008; McCarriston, Linda (American educator) ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> nothing not an inch not thread gained that was not ...
To Write the Poem at Carrowmore.(Poem)
Jun 22, 2008; McCarriston, Linda (American educator) ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> Coarse grass up to my armpits and dense as virile headhair on a hero and days' rain equally relentless cows you'd come upon wading onto them and the rock graves ancient, sunken, scored with millennia of lichen and I crawled in, down as if to find ...
Mr. No Class, USA.(Poem)
Jun 22, 2008; McCarriston, Linda (American educator) ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> Thinking of how he will live just shy of retirementif all goes well if all goes the way the ads on TV suggest it must urge him to think it will, gardening with the little lady say, golfing ...
The Fruitful Immigrant.(Poem)
Jun 22, 2008; Mason, David (American college teacher) ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> The day screamed in cicada. The planet turned and the sea shimmered bronze beyond the cliffs. Below the terraced olives, next to a wall so overgrown it seemed a part of the land, a mulberry tree, silk road émigré no longer polled and tended, ...
Marco Polo in the Old Hotel.(Poem)
Jun 22, 2008; Mason, David (American college teacher) ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"><Italic>Marco ...</Italic><Italic> ... Polo</Italic><Italic>Marco ...</Italic><Italic> ... Polo</Italic> Pour another glass of sunlight, tasting an after-dinner hour. This is not a time for reading. Wait a while. A meteor ...
New World.(Poem)
Jun 22, 2008; Mason, David (American college teacher) ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> Snow in the pines, spring snow, and a white cloud glowering, smoke blown from that old pacer who pauses for all day, and then moves on. The felled trees lie in the steaming forest lit by the far coals of the world's beginning ....
An Insanity, a Madness, a Furor.(Short story)
Jun 22, 2008; Rinaldi, Nicholas ... <Text rich="yes"> When I was performing in London during my first tour abroad, something happened that stays with me, like a bothersome fly that won't go away.I was eight years old, advertised by Barnum as TOM THUMB, SMALLEST DWARF IN THE WORLD. Twenty-five inches tall, that's ...
The Astronomer's Complaint.(Poem)
Jun 22, 2008; Prufer, Kevin ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> Where did you go, pinhole, snowdrop, spark at the point of a lit cigarette? Drop at the tip of a fresh syringe? What hot wires tugged you downward, where snowbanks glow grayly...