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Congratulations to our Pushcart Prize nominees
It’s with great pleasure that we nominate the following works from New Southerner for the Pushcart Prize:
“To Sing and Sing Again” by Marianne Worthington (poetry)
“The Rabbit Cage” by Matthew Haughton (poetry)
“Dictum” by Rosemary Royston (poetry)
“Blasting Zone” by G.C. Compton (poetry)
“The Heart of the Woods” by Eva Sage Gordon (nonfiction)
“We’re… »
Homing
POETRY
BY CHRISTINA LOVIN
The cemetery quiet, no visitors today
save for the somber pigeon holding vigil
on the drive. Some spirit of the dead, earthbound
flight of a lost soul? A bird of common gray
and royal purple, banded on both legs—
one in white for courage, the other black
for counted losses. How many
miles from where she started, stunned
and fallen from… »
My Black Dog
POETRY
BY WANDA FRIES
I have tried everything to get rid of him:
left him with friends and in kennels
or in caves where he disappears not even a shadow
but his eyes flicker like flames adjust to the dark—
I am hardly back into the sunlight
before I sense him already behind me, following me home—
I would poison him but what… »
Literary contest open to poetry, fiction and nonfiction
The 2010 New Southerner Literary Contest is open to previously unpublished poetry, fiction and nonfiction from April 1 through October 1. Although the contest theme is open, we are especially interested in work that relates to our mission, which is promoting self-sufficiency, environmental stewardship and local economies. We are also interested in works by writers… »
For Whom Grief
POETRY
By SUSANNAH NEVISON
I mean to say how he worked the rows for hours,
hoe steady in his hand, striking earth again and again—
how we watched night settle
as he leaned against the hoe,
wiping his brow with the back of his arm,
and then, wielding his instrument,
began again—
how we quietly left a plate out—
mornings, plate scraped clean
and him,… »
What You Make
POETRY
By JENNIFER WHEELOCK
Across the room, you
are a bowerbird, building
a nest from junk we hauled
from the roadside: warped wood,
dented metal, a painted canvas ditched
like an embarrassing memory.
From these you make art.
“Assemblages” you say,
and each time I think
of insect bodies pinned to paper.
Bridges. Also: arms of mannequins,
large gatherings of politicians,
marriage, pipes, trains, manufacturing
plants, the factory worker… »
Brilliant and startling, Noriega’s poems deliver ‘kiss-the-canvas, one-two punch’
BOOK REVIEW
By ELIZABETH IANNACI
Kim Noriega’s debut collection, Name Me, is unflinching in its honesty and breathtaking in its straightforward approach. These 11 poems are written with such startling lack of guile, one could almost miss Noriega’s brilliance in crafting them.
The book is a journey that takes the reader from womb to rebirth, and… »
After Rainfall
POETRY
By BRIAN LOWRY
The thought of golden streets
and rivers of crystals and jewels
is no more fine
than our home’s plain rocked lane
after a midsummer rain.
A mourning dove pair, tone of earth,
a goldfinch and bluebird, bright as sun and sky,
a song sparrow, rich in russet and gray,
come all at once
to the short-lived puddle.
They bathe and preen,
drink… »
Eve’s Regret
POETRY
By SAVANNAH SIPPLE
My husband rises
at four in the morning
for chores, argues with me
about the black snake out by the barn,
says it keeps the copperheads away,
He drives to the mines after I threaten
to kill it myself. He knows I won’t.
He comes home late, his headlights cut
sharp through the trees that line the woods.
He smells of… »
Annunciation
*Winner, JAMES BAKER HALL MEMORIAL PRIZE IN POETRY
By WANDA FRIES
The first blood was not the blood of Crucifixion
but a sweet iron smell dark clots and amniotic fluid
the Holy water of every birth—
Sweet Maria panted among the white lambs
the umbilicus cut between flesh and spirit
sealing the One irreparably from… »
