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 THE EMPTY ARMCHAIR CYNTHIA NEWBERRY MARTIN With sudden clarity I see myself as Matisse’s Invalid, without a face and with only heavy, somber colors to define my existence, lying in a room where an empty armchair reminds me of the choices I’ve made... MORE TRAVELOGUE, DAY BEFORE DEPARTURE A POEM BY HILARY DOBEL ROBINSON JEFFERS FROM THE EDITORArmchair.htmlArmchair.htmlArmchair.htmlTravelogue.htmlTravelogue.htmlRobinson_Jeffers.htmlRobinson_Jeffers.htmlArmchair.htmlshapeimage_3_link_0shapeimage_3_link_1shapeimage_3_link_2shapeimage_3_link_3shapeimage_3_link_4shapeimage_3_link_5shapeimage_3_link_6
REVIEWS NON-FICTION Summertime by J.M. Coetzee Reviewed by David M. Smith Frankly My Dear by Molly Haskell Reviewed by Thomas Larson The Sound of Freedom by Raymond Arsenault Reviewed by Harriett Green FICTION A Gate at the Stairs by Lorrie Moore Reviewed by Shaindel Beers Marvelous Hairy by Mark Rayner Reviewed by Mike Frechette POETRY The Watchful Heart, Irish Poets, Poems and Essays edited by Joan McBreen Reviewed by Grace Wells INDEX OF REVIEWS 2007-2009 Reviews.htmlCoetzee-2.htmlCoetzee-2.htmlCoetzee-2.htmlHaskell.htmlHaskell.htmlHaskell.htmlArsenault.htmlArsenault.htmlArsenault.htmlMoore.htmlMoore.htmlMoore.htmlRayner.htmlRayner.htmlRayner.htmlWatchful_Heart.htmlWatchful_Heart.htmlWatchful_Heart.htmlWatchful_Heart.htmlReviews.htmlReviews.htmlshapeimage_4_link_0shapeimage_4_link_1shapeimage_4_link_2shapeimage_4_link_3shapeimage_4_link_4shapeimage_4_link_5shapeimage_4_link_6shapeimage_4_link_7shapeimage_4_link_8shapeimage_4_link_9shapeimage_4_link_10shapeimage_4_link_11shapeimage_4_link_12shapeimage_4_link_13shapeimage_4_link_14shapeimage_4_link_15shapeimage_4_link_16shapeimage_4_link_17shapeimage_4_link_18shapeimage_4_link_19shapeimage_4_link_20shapeimage_4_link_21
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DARWIN THREE POEMS BY MARILYN KALLET WINTER MICHELLE CACHO-NEGRETE It seems to me that what I want is small, yet immense: that generations of children should hear the wind hum through winter trees, should compose songs of snow and moon, should witness the geometric sketching of animal and bird tracks over white frigid fields.... MORE ON A DRY STREET A POEM BY MRB CHELKO NO FURTHER NEED FOR NICETIES EDWARD MC WHINNEY “No further need for niceties” had mutated into no need for approbation, hence a free reign at scribbling with no conciliatory attitude to the world: the critics, the hangers on, the bloggers. Socrates left no books. Writing for others is ridiculous.... MORE DON’T BREATHE, DON’T DIE RAMESH AVADHANI When he awakes she’s the first in his head, and he doesn’t want to breathe, doesn’t want to die, but coffee is magic: no surrendering, no giving up, he whispers to the mirror.... MOREDarwin.htmlDarwin.htmlWinter.htmlWinter.htmlWinter.htmlDry_Street.htmlDry_Street.htmlNiceties.htmlNiceties.htmlNiceties.htmlBreathe.htmlBreathe.htmlBreathe.htmlshapeimage_7_link_0shapeimage_7_link_1shapeimage_7_link_2shapeimage_7_link_3shapeimage_7_link_4shapeimage_7_link_5shapeimage_7_link_6shapeimage_7_link_7shapeimage_7_link_8shapeimage_7_link_9shapeimage_7_link_10shapeimage_7_link_11shapeimage_7_link_12