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the minnesota review (2014) 2014 (83): 28.
Published: 01 November 2014
...John Fenlon Hogan © 2014 John Fenlon Hogan 2014 John Fenlon Hogan
Reiterating the Wind
Everything I say I say because
the world is not the way I want it.
That I’m still speaking reminds me
of how ineffective I am, how full
of nonsense and nausea. This is...
Journal Article
the minnesota review (2010) 2010 (75): 47.
Published: 01 November 2010
... past the end
of the last paragraph, such a
punctual occurrence would be
moot. The wind is stagnant, but still
wind. Night sleeps on the horizon.
Oil and water are finally
one. All fuses are lit, but none
are burning. Timers, unemployed,
pollute the sidewalks...
Journal Article
the minnesota review (2017) 2017 (88): 18.
Published: 01 May 2017
... and bent and when we
measured our steps past a town, even in wind
the bells swayed toneless and tongueless,
clappers unscrewed and melted down,
wrapped around powder, shipped out in boxes,
the bells bound open as dresses wind-filled
then frozen. What is courage? Had we...
Journal Article
the minnesota review (2017) 2017 (88): 13.
Published: 01 May 2017
...
leaving the mouth
swung open for enthused wind.
Dear tongue of incense.
Of the dropped icicle,
its divot-shaped legacy
across a bloom-red field
turning like touched snow.
minnesota review 88 (2017)
DOI 10.1215/00265667-3786791 © 2017 Peter LaBerge...
Journal Article
the minnesota review (2017) 2017 (88): 8–9.
Published: 01 May 2017
...Christos Kalli Christos Kalli
Elegy for My Grandmother’s Hip
My Grandmother’s hip has broken
by the wind, again.
Like rainwater on the ground,
she has pooled the pavement of the Cypriot stonehouse
she stoned herself. Next to her black hair, white tulips everywhere,
pushed...
Journal Article
the minnesota review (2007) 2007 (68): 15.
Published: 01 May 2007
... pins to knock
out as the choker tightened
and the crane took up the weight.
Nobody calculated the wind-factor.
About to pop pins, when the beam
leaned out over the river. A goner,
I thought, drowning in the pitch-
black, or flattened on rocks
first...
Journal Article
the minnesota review (2014) 2014 (83): 30.
Published: 01 November 2014
... brightness. People
who enjoy life make me uncomfortable. How could
you love the quarry so but sleep
gripping your own button-down shirt for freedom
my hair playing thorns to your eyes. Our ears mistaking
wind in trees for the ocean.
minnesota review 83 (2014)
DOI 10.1215...
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the minnesota review (2010) 2010 (75): 23.
Published: 01 November 2010
....
Indian Summer. What better time to praise the mystery
of the Ford Focus’s transmission, the wind thrashing
grit in my eyes, piles of bison shit hardening
on the highway, Coke cans lodged in tufts of prairie grass
(how long they last out here through so much weather).
Season of Hangovers and...
Journal Article
the minnesota review (2011) 2011 (76): 52.
Published: 01 May 2011
... laughing
in the wind never
a loud voice
or a slap
two horses hid
in the trees stand still
long strands of hair blow out
in the breeze like branches
father does not come here
instead he yells from the garden
they won’t get supper if they don’t hurry up...
Journal Article
the minnesota review (2020) 2020 (94): 53.
Published: 01 May 2020
... trying to fit the shape of my bed. When he left me, I went triangle. A single point where my head used to be. The bottom was a pyramid base, all open and wide for his return. When he did return, I went polka dot. I blew in the wind of the left-open window. Soon, I went glitter all over the floor. He...
Journal Article
the minnesota review (2012) 2012 (78): 16.
Published: 01 May 2012
...Marcela Sulak © 2012 by Virginia Tech 2012 Marcela Sulak
Ecclesiastes
Katamon, Jerusalem
It’s so nice to be pretty and wearing polka dots
on a swinging dress with a small cinched waist
pushing a blue-eyed golden child
through the trade winds in her pram...
Journal Article
the minnesota review (2017) 2017 (89): 56.
Published: 01 November 2017
...Brianna Noll © 2017 Brianna Noll 2017 Brianna Noll
Beyond the Vanishing Point
In a single-line
drawing, there is
no beginning, and
an end only
where your own
eye stops tracing
the path of the
artist’s hand.
The wind can do
this, too...
Journal Article
the minnesota review (2016) 2016 (87): 1.
Published: 01 November 2016
... senseless
when he realized his impenetrable armor, his firm
grip on a sword, the wind off the ocean murmuring his name —
none of it, in time, would save him.
So with no way out of his predicament,
he retreated. As if to say
I will take no more part in it.
As if to say, I was not born.
If it’s a...
Journal Article
the minnesota review (2017) 2017 (88): 6–7.
Published: 01 May 2017
... beautiful children, my mother said, by way of condemnation.
A 1960s scandal.
Who can say what goes on behind closed doors?
This woman abandoned the view from Coit Tower, winding streets,
fog pressing down on the bay...
Journal Article
the minnesota review (2020) 2020 (95): 1.
Published: 01 November 2020
... ballooning in her chest. Mine, I knew, a terrible dream from long ago, when Ma and I made that trip across Holland on our bicycles. Every day we rode toward the coast; every night I rewound our progress in my dream and watched us go backward. In this dream the wind pushed us hard, and we couldn t resist...
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the minnesota review (2007) 2007 (68): 16.
Published: 01 May 2007
...,
the sky is our cover, legs our heat.
The wind grabs my sign.
I leap to hold on, leap like a goat
kicking its heels
at the arc of the sun. ...
Journal Article
the minnesota review (2008) 2008 (70): 26.
Published: 01 May 2008
....
We’ve dropped off my aunt to shop for nylons
and are traveling at a speed that would
horrify my parents. He’s teasing me,
bets me 50 cents he knows the color
of my underpants. “They’re shocking pink,”
he shouts into the wind.
I...
Journal Article
the minnesota review (2020) 2020 (94): 48.
Published: 01 May 2020
... set something aflame is to push it from its current longing. In the farmscape it is easy to see the rust and machinery less like artifact more like statuary the bearing nearing tangible loosely musical as if a body winding down had the weight of a piano key minnesota review 94 (2020) DOI 10.1215...
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the minnesota review (2020) 2020 (95): 18–19.
Published: 01 November 2020
... slaughterhouses, the playground annulments, and those Smucker s jars that would reek of love and loss. That night even the wind was desperate to play God, our backs conjoined, impatient. I wonder if this fascination has groped you too, resurfaced for air. Of course, it has. That blood pooling between our backs...
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the minnesota review (2020) 2020 (95): 54.
Published: 01 November 2020
... black and alive and looking back at you, In the name of our prophets, we are all black and alive and looking back at you. Puking may endure for a night but sobriety comes when a root woman looks you dead in the eyes, boy. In the morning, no wind will split these thick ass trunks. Branch locked to...