JUST AS, AFTER A POINT, JOB CRIED OUT a poem by K.A. Hays from Motionpoems on Vimeo.
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Continuum Fellow, Jim Allman, was recently announced as a Pushcart Nominee by the Los Angeles Review for his poem published in Issue 10, titled “Corpus Delicti”. This is Jim’s second nomination for the prestigious Pushcart.
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The clouds grew thick the way gray fur
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Robert Duvall as Lt. Col. Bill Kilgore from the movie, "Apocalypse Now"
Pudding House Publishing*
81 Shadymere Lane, Columbus, OH 43213
www.puddinghouse.com
ISBN 1-58998-825-6
2009, 32 pp., $12.00
Plain and simple, 1969. I knew nothing of Tony Gloeggler except that solitary poem, which I first read on RATTLE’s blog a few months back.** I suppose Greatest Hits was an inevitable first purchase, then; just as knowing nothing of Dave Brubeck when I was 16 obliged me to buy a 2-disc greatest hits of the jazz master. This was before I knew that Darktown Strutter’s Ball was never supposed to follow Take Five, or, even, anything of the magic of the famed Brubeck/Desmond chemistry that I now hold in holy awe. Greatest hits, I believe, are about impatience or ignorance. I don’t mean that in a negative way. I really wanted to buy a Brubeck album that day, thumbing through stacks at the music store but perplexed—Time, Time Out, Time Further Out, Time Way Way Out, Time In, Time Changes—but I left with Dave Brubeck The Legacy Jazz Collection instead, a 28 song compilation of his “mainstays” that can be skipped if you are a longtime collector, but a good introduction, otherwise. Back to Tony Gloeggler Greatest Hits 1984 – 2009.
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Alfonse Borysewicz - Your Own Soul
And what, friends, is called a road? If there is, friends, an island, akin to a river, resembling a fence, used in the purpose of swiftly moving bodies and goods, a hallway lined in names, an aisle through counties, a duct in webs, a gangway to seeds, a traveling of beings, a river composed of islands, a place of simultaneous attraction and repulsion, a place for the finding of place, an area of exchange like unto an immense abacus. This, friends, is called a road. Continue reading “And What, Friends, Is Called a Road? by Gabriel Gudding” »
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However innocent your life may have been, no Christian ought to venture to die in any other state than that of penitent.
—St. Augustine
Erica Grimm-Vance - On the Question of Being
Hieronymus Bosch - Garden of Earthly Delights
May my enemy be assuaged by these waves
because they are beautiful even to his evil,
may the drizzle be a benediction to his heart
even as it is to mine; they say here that the devil
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