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The meistersinger of Macon.(Critical essay)
Sep 22, 2007; Kirby, David ... <Text rich="yes"> <Bold>Ooh! My Soul</Bold> "What are you doing in my cousin's apartment?" asks Little Richard, and the answer is that I've come to Macon to write a travel piece for the <Italic>Washington Post</Italic> and also do research for a book on the Georgia ...
The Clothes of the Master.(Short story)
Sep 22, 2007; Baxter, Charles ... <Text rich="yes"> In a rarely read and acutely disturbing late story by Henry James, "The Clothes of the Master," an odor of corruption has been subtly mixed with the rarefied air of privilege. Underneath its surface, the tale concerns the ruination of a soul.I first read this ...
Emergency run.(Short story)
Sep 22, 2007; Lynn, David H. ... <Text rich="yes"> So, okay, Caroline has done this a thousand times. Or if not, then it seems like it and it's been plenty enough. Sometimes they'll be gone already by the time the emergency squad arrives, and there's nothing she or the team can do. CPR. Defibrillators. The body will jerk ...
The strip mall and the Shaolin Temple.(Short story)
Sep 22, 2007; Lee, Marie Myung-Ok ... <Text rich="yes"> He'd been at this so long now, he recognized each prospective student as an easily categorized type as soon as they walked through the splintering door. There was the lady who did aerobics who wouldn't last two weeks amidst the fetid barefoot smell of the ...
Lester Higata's string theory paradise.(Short story)
Sep 22, 2007; Hamby, Barbara ... <Text rich="yes"> Lester Higata knew his life was about to end when he walked out on the patio behind his house in Makiki and saw his long-dead father sitting in a lawn chair near the little greenhouse where Lester kept his orchids. A butter yellow laelia was in bloom, its flowers like a ...
The dead woman.(Short story)
Sep 22, 2007; Morris, Mary ... <Text rich="yes"> When they arrive, the old woman greets them. At first Clara is surprised, but then she remembers. This is Mrs. Rosendorf--Yohan's mother. Yohan had mentioned his mother at the end of one of his emails as a quiet woman who keeps to herself. "She won't be a problem," he'd ...
Keats Writes to a Young Poet of the Seventies.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Greger, Debora ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> I think of the Elgin marbles. Of how many men it would take to wrestle the wreck of my heart on board a ship in the bay of Naples so by the greasy Thames it might lie. And consider the ox tugging at the heart, the great cords of its neck ropy ...
My Brief Reign As Emperor.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Greger, Debora ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> Being the eldest, I exalted myself over boredom and the others-- over all but the baby, our new brother. I was thirteen, that girl who crowned herself with a wreath of cottonwood leaves. One leaf too big, it slid down my ennobled forehead. Then ...
To the Gods of Summer.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Greger, Debora ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> Dandelion, isn't time? Dark was the British winter, and dank, and what passed for spring just more of the same. When will you show your face around here again? Mayfly, who live for just a day, when will you take the time to drag your larger, ...
Approximately Nothing.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Shepherd, Reginald ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> Any unanswerable problem is a god, some sky from which winter falls and the rains of no significance, another plush and vagrant error overflowing local sewers. (He was the weight of the world, the grace of fact frosting the windowpanes, this pain ...
Natural Selection.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Shepherd, Reginald ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> First into the sun forgets, hand hovering over eyes. Sees these for what they are: dead pine tree cornered by bark beetles, pampas grass that doesn't know its place; a yellow rusted Jeep backfires. The how-it-is cut free from how it might have ...
To Be Free.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Shepherd, Reginald ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> It's winter in my body all year long, I wake up with music pouring from my skin, morning burning behind closed blinds. Dead light, dead warmth on dead skin cells, the sky is wrong again. Hope clings to me like damp sheets, lies to my skin. As if ...
Ogling Naomi.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Majmudar, Amit ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> "A bowling ball on a mattress" is the metaphor they use to explain what black holes do to time and space. Worlds pause, hesitant as marbles, on the downslope's rim. The hurricane-burrhole in the Milky Way is a black hole; every galaxy the Hubble ...
Static Electricity.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Majmudar, Amit ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> Either she is electrically fenced off at some subatomic level, and this is nature telling me <Italic>Keep Out</Italic> , or else the electrons could be flowing out of me into her, in which case her body bodes well as a conduit for release ....
Charcoal Suite.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Starzinger, Page Hill ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"><Italic>1. Scratch</Italic> Cedar. Molten silver. Black stumps. Bedroom door ajar. Fur against inner wall. How the dogs tear at the soil. The way a map that shows little can be useful. Straddle and slap. <Italic>Shall my life twine ...
Like Splayed Tulip Petals.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Starzinger, Page Hill ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> sewn shut with silk to conceal anthers: the gardens of Sultan Ahmed II lit by candles fastened to giant tortoises: I outline my body in a hollow ...
This Is Our Blind Spot.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Starzinger, Page Hill ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> when lava bakes dirt and soil freezes magma, black obsidian forms, horizon burns and erupts in fountains, splatter cones ...
Titian's Danae.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Pau-Llosa, Ricardo ... <Text rich="yes"> For Richard Wilbur <Preformatted type="other"> It is the same gold, blushing out of the same veil of cloud--neither chaos nor storm nor the punctuations of the horizon. This cloud is the third party. How different the eyes that ponder the thump and twinkle onto ...
Gardenia.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Pau-Llosa, Ricardo ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> Soft amphitheater whose petals lick the voids in front and back. What spectacle-- the golden nub, stage and axle of alternate spokes. To the finger's tongue, an edible texture ....
Today--Bored, Puckered, Lonesome--I Would Like to Order a Russian Internet Bride.(Poem)
Sep 22, 2007; Baggott, Julianna ... <Text rich="yes"> <Preformatted type="other"> I've read that to train my new dog-- all guttural, lowdown, beaten-- who pees as a contrite act of submission (poor sprayed carpets so stenched)-- I should clip her leashto my belt loop. The dog will ...