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From:American Music Teacher (Vol. 61, Issue 2)Double Click Curriculum: Celebrate Piano! Levels 1A and 2B Correlations, by Michelle Sisler and Leila Viss. Keys to Imagination, 2011. www.keystoimagination.com; 38-40 pp., $9.95 each. Double Click Curriculum:...
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From:The Southern Review (Vol. 55, Issue 4) Peer-Reviewedfor Tagg Like a marshmallow on the end of a stick, the half-spent cattail held its last seeds before winter forced the final eruption of soft and airy whisperings into light. The sun fell on the boggy bank where each...
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From:New England Review (Vol. 39, Issue 4) Peer-ReviewedI. The Jews this evening, under the lindens, near the ramparts, taking care Not to exceed the Sabbath mile, are promenading their black hats. Brothers of Elijah and Nabaoth, peace be with you! Last of the ancient days,...
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From:New Coin Poetry (Vol. 46, Issue 1)I've heard enough. Your leaves are argumentative, they rustle shriveled brown tongues at green paint peeling from a weary park bench. You've arrived old, without an invitation, even though your presence was detected...
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From:Queen's Quarterly (Vol. 124, Issue 4) Peer-ReviewedMICHAEL MCCARTHY is an Irish-born poet and priest living in the UK. He is a past winner of the Patrick Kavanagh Award. His most recent collection, The Healing Station , was Hilary Mantel's choice as Guardian Book of the...
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From:Hecate (Vol. 37, Issue 1) Peer-ReviewedBut death also goes through the world dressed as a broom, lapping the floor, looking for dead bodies. Death is inside the broom. Pablo Neruda Sweeping the driveway, pushing pile after pile of leaves into a funeral...
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From:Hecate (Vol. 38, Issue 1-2) Peer-ReviewedBut death also goes through the world dressed as a broom, lapping the floor, looking for dead bodies. Death is inside the broom. Pablo Neruda Sweeping the driveway, pushing pile after pile of leaves into a funeral...
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From:Obsidian: Literature and Arts in the African Diaspora (Vol. 41, Issue 1-2) Peer-ReviewedI told myself the truth in a way I could bear, that I was a hairless animal they liked to watch but wouldn't pet, that it didn't matter that I didn't want to be kept, that I thought they were ugly, or 1 was. My owners...
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From:The Southern Review (Vol. 54, Issue 4) Peer-ReviewedSeason of things left behind, you deserve the silence of envelopes. My scarecrow's ribs are knives, tits: dried apricots. I stuff its skull with rubber bands. In childhood I learned that you can have a body and still be...
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From:World Literature Today (Vol. 89, Issue 6) Peer-ReviewedTranslations from the Spanish By Arthur Dixon & Daniel Simon Editorial note: The Spanish versions of all these poems appear in Las dos hermanas: Antología de la poesía española e hispanoamericana del siglo XX sobre...
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From:The Midwest Quarterly (Vol. 53, Issue 1) Peer-ReviewedIt doesn't mean anything. This urge now to sing of the sun behind file clouds splayed like splattered fruit. Or the green of the evergreen ghoulish in the sky gray, looking more like a pinafore than anything alive...
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From:Prairie Schooner (Vol. 82, Issue 1)approaches with its burnish and tarnish, we watch the crows at light-fall, hundreds, maybe thousands flocking to a communal roost, the air full of alarms, near- collisions, noisy settlings and resettlings. Tree limbs...
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From:The Midwest Quarterly (Vol. 55, Issue 2) Peer-ReviewedHow did it happen that the leaves were made of iron? And that, after the summer ended, the leaves began rusting in the air? They turned colors: yellowish brown and reddish brown, then brown. They fell to the earth with...
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From:The Literary Review (Vol. 56, Issue 4) Peer-ReviewedPoor goldfish some kid threw in a rain puddle. No, worse than that! Swimming in a dead man's pickle jar. Yes, one poor fish....
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From:New Coin Poetry (Vol. 47, Issue 1)For my dears, long gone this morning in the cool after the Karoo rain i planted calendulas, all butter and companion coriander in a broken wicker basket i picked strong spinach and roses cerise sweet-smelling to...
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From:School Library Journal (Vol. 54, Issue 6)Carpe Diem (unabr.). 7 CDs. 9:05 hrs. Prod. by Listening Library. Dist. by Listening Library/Books on Tape. 2007. ISBN 978-0-7393-6397-3. $50. Gr 7 Up--For a girl whose entire life has been meticulously planned,...
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From:Ploughshares (Vol. 46, Issue 4)The Japanese maple has left her red-handed prints all over town-- guilty of fall and of falling. Even Eve in her fig leaves was not arrayed as one of these-- as fallen woman, lady in red with each painted finger as...
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From:The Literary Review (Vol. 59, Issue 4) Peer-ReviewedTranslated from Chinese by Fiona Sze-Lorrain I put on a sweater as soon as I can Riding a bicycle outside, avoiding shadows from both sides as much as possible When I bathe, I pull tight the double shower curtain I...
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From:Kola (Vol. 22, Issue 2) Peer-ReviewedI come to the garden one last time, One last time before autumn is over; Shadows of memories dance around me, Keeping me warm on cool, autumn nights. I sit in the garden one last time, One last time before autumn is...
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From:The Carolina Quarterly (Vol. 71, Issue 1) Peer-Reviewedthe egg smells like honey in this reversal. its membrane-entrails hang thick and loose off broken shell, this life wails like a surveillance helicopter. i quiet my thigh with a warm palm-- trying to flatten this new...