Recently added articles from Northwest Review:
Caduceus.(Short story)
May 01, 2009; Latiolais, Michelle ... It was too early to call to set an appointment, too early to deal with that office's feckless secretaries, too early to be in a bad mood, and now the kettle's harmonica whistle began to hum, giving the harpsichord picking out the beautiful Couperin some competition. Soon the kettle whistle ...
Fig Tree.(Poem)
May 01, 2009; Smith, Dave (American poet) ... <Pre> Maybe it's grown back, enigma, blossomer, shrouding the fence I helped them build, as a boy does, watching, asking all bur unanswerable questions, its age like mine, visible in the limbs, thickened flesh, nicked body no one hears groaning its ...
Dissection.(Poem)
May 01, 2009; Smith, Dave (American poet) ... <Pre> I found an essay in the reading room of Jiffy Lube, a memoir, a medical student walking us through the steps. It meant discovery as old oil was getting flushed, pages readers soiled and tore like personal history. Gaps required a leaping mind, maybe the kind the body ...
Floating Islands, Lake Titicaca.(Poem)
May 01, 2009; Ras, Barbara ... <Pre> The lake is so big, mountains in the country on the far shore are no bigger than the teeth of a saw, and it is big enough for many islands, Aymara here, Quechua there, and Uro, who make their islands out of reeds. For twenty-five days, they carry out tortora grass to throw down on the ...
Among the Guests in Jordan.(Poem)
May 01, 2009; Turner, Brian (American poet) ... <Pre> Kaashif sits on the stone wall surrounding the tents, his one leg dangling. Stray dogs skulk in the shadows as the old women gossip over the cooking fires at dusk. He thinks of his crippled Uncle, the dead one from the bombing four years back, how before that he ...
Aubade at Hotel Copernicus.(Poem)
May 01, 2009; Komunyakaa, Yusef ... <Pre> I can still see your white blouse & black Gypsy skirt with veins of pepper-red running through it in Warsaw, turning a corner in the eye an hour before our fingers trace an inscription on the house where Chopin's piano tumbled from a window. As you speak I see a ...
Harmony.(Excerpt)(Essay)
May 01, 2009; Schwartz, Lynne Sharon ... When I was eleven I began a novel about twin girls. It was a crime novel: a body, a hotel room. I was fascinated by hotels though I had never stayed in one. To stay in a hotel seemed the pinnacle of glamour and sophistication. At that age, indeed well into adulthood, until I actually stayed ...
Rose Colored City.(Poem)
May 01, 2009; Jackson, Major ... <Pre> When Jennifer and I near the Ross Island Bridge pass the two young men in matching black combat boots & white t-shirts beneath suspenders that blaze an X on their backs, I see them first as partners taking a late ...
The Wee Spider.(Poem)
May 01, 2009; Jarman, Mark Foster ... <Pre> No moment is ever isolated with history elsewhere, drilling its stitches. Still, we arrived at Glasgow, the mouth of the Clyde, through autumn gales, and a steward's death. "How young they start them," my mother wrote about our steward, not the drowned boy ...
Last Walk at Home.(Poem)
May 01, 2009; Jarman, Mark Foster ... <Pre> So I went down to the beach at dusk, and while I walked along the tide line below the beach-crowding summer homes in a stretch where I did not belong, the migrating whale lifted its head above the shore break and looked around. I swear I think it looked ...
A Wave.(Poem)
May 01, 2009; Dybek, Stuart ... <Pre> gathers into a towering question mark of spume and courses beyond oceans leaving a wake of debris, weed, shells, coconut skulls, a bewitched forest of driftwood, splintered oar blades folded like hands of the dispossessed whose prayer is an ...
The Rower.(Poem)
May 01, 2009; Dybek, Stuart ... <Pre> The pond came complete with rowboat, moon, tides, the undertow of a water rat, the blinded lighthouse of a silo, the bleached hull of a washed up ark that served as a barn, and driftwood configured into fences too fractured to ...
Timetable.(Poem)
May 01, 2009; Wright, Charles (American poet) ... <Pre> It is the hour of transmutation. The great blue heron flaps up the creek like a skeletal, excommunicated nun. Similes sift through my ...
Autumn is Visionary, Summer's the Same Old Stuff.(Poem)
May 01, 2009; Wright, Charles (American poet) ... <Pre> Half-moon rising, thin as a contact lens. The sun going down As effortlessly as a body through deep water, Both at the same time, simple pleasures As autumn begins to ...
Autumn Thoughts on the East Fork.(Poem)
May 01, 2009; Wright, Charles (American poet) ... <Pre> Daytime is boredom after awhile, I've come to find, and nighttime too. But in between, when the evening starts to drain the seen world into the unseen, And the mare's tail clouds swish slowly across the ...
Snowy.(Poem)
May 01, 2009; Stanton, Maura ... <Pre> No, I'm not sitting around the dining-room table With my four brothers and four sisters, three sisters-in-law, My mother and one cat, but I'm there in spirit, My spirit having crossed six hundred miles Of snowy Midwest to reach home on the twentieth Anniversary ...
At Sea: In Memory of Stanley Kunitz.(Poem)
May 01, 2009; Buckley, Christopher (American poet) ... <Pre> I've kept your card some thirty years that said you'd watch my future with confidence and care, that told me I'd come close-- a card that buoyed a young man drifting some distance beyond the parameters of grace. We never met, ...
Cousins.(Poem)
May 01, 2009; Nystrom, Debra ... <Pre> Afternoons, Grandma sent us inside, but we could never nap. Below the hot bedroom, stairs sank to a dirt cellar, crumbling walls that made us wonder if the house would fall in. Twisted onions under us, beet-jars, mud-smell dark of a grave, scratch of mice ...
Self-Portrait.(Poem)
May 01, 2009; Kim, Sue Kwock ... for, and after, So Chongju (1915-2000) <Pre> Father was a peasant: he never came home, even late at night. The only things he left behind were grandmother, withered and blanched as the roots of a leek, and a lone-flowering date tree. For nine months, mother longed for green ...
