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Review: Krypton Nights

Transmitted on Tuesday, April, 21st, 2009 in Reviews

Krypton Nights
Bryan D. Dietrich
Zoo Press
2002

Few books in any writing genre have been constructed with as much vision, ambition and complexity as Bryan Dietrich’s Krypton Nights.  Winner of the prestigious Paris Review Prize in Poetry in 2001, Krypton Nights is an intriguing collection of persona poems written in the voices of prominent characters from the Superman mythos.  Shifting through both voice and poetic structure, Krypton Nights is, in its own way, a treatise on heroes as argued by the hero and those closest to him.  It is, in both an emotional and artistic sense, a “grounding” of the superhero genre’s original product.

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Review: Becoming the Villainess

Transmitted on Tuesday, April, 14th, 2009 in Reviews

Becoming the Villainess
Jeannine Hall Gailey
Steel Toe Books
2006

Coming across Jeannine Hall Gailey’s Becoming the Villainess is like coming upon a lush, sprawling field of wheatgrass while exploring the dark side of the moon:  so unexpected and refreshing that one wonders whether or not their O2 tank has been poisoned.

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Paper Bags and Angels

Transmitted on Tuesday, April, 14th, 2009 in Prose

At one thirty in the morning, with cold, fat rain beating against your head, a paper bag is a piece of heaven.  It’s just as much a piece of heaven as any angel.  ‘Cause angels don’t come down anymore.  They can’t be expected to stop by and hold their wings over your head just as the hardest part of the storm hits and people in their Mercedes drive by and pretend they don’t see you, sopping wet and shivering.  But my paper bag, that’s my angel.

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The Dream that was Arcadia

Transmitted on Tuesday, April, 14th, 2009 in Prose

She just showed up one day with her bag over her shoulder and the mud from her shoes leaving size seven memories in my freshly vacuumed rug and said, “I’m here to stay.  Where’s your bathroom?  What’s for dinner?  Nothing with garlic, I hope.”
There wasn’t anything with garlic, I told her.  Just something Cajun I’d been working on, but nothing with garlic.  The bathroom’s at the end of the hall, just across from the bedroom.
“Good,” she said.  “I tend to get up and down in the night.  By the way, I sleep on the right side of the bed.”

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