Review of Aravind Adiga’s The White Tiger

Wendy Singer

Free Press, $24.00 (hardcover) Aravind Adiga’s The White Tiger has won the Man-Booker prize. It is the fourth winner by an Indian writer, including Midnight’s Children, by Salman Rushdie, The God of Small Things, by Arundhati Roy, and Inheritance of…

The Bearberry Elegies

Nick Ripatrazone

Old lobster traps piled in the backyard near the bearberry. Mold had marked the wood blue-green, the color of bay tide at dusk. After a rainstorm I would lay with my mouth open and wait for droplets to fall from…

Afterbirth

Megan Mayhew Bergman

Like loons we travel underwater great distances, to surface next to each other . . . No matter where you are or who you’re near, we come up for air together. — Anne Michaels, “Sublimation,” Miner’s Pond She took off…

I Met Loss the Other Day weekend-reads

Cara Blue Adams

I met Loss the other day. I took his measurements. My yellow tape looped around my arm, pins held tight between my pursed lips, I circled him. I measured his thin wrists, his frail neck, his elegantly sloped shoulders. Inseam,…

weekend-readsThat Map
of Bone and Opened Valves

Ilya Kaminsky

That was the summer we damned only the earth. That was the summer strange helicopters circled. We examined each other’s ears, we spoke with our hands in the air— It is the air. Something in the air wants us too…

Review of John Rybicki’s We Bed Down into Water

Elaine Bleakney

Triquarterly, $13.95 (paperback) The title of John Rybicki’s third collection of poetry, We Bed Down into Water, partly deceives. These poems will not cool or be cooled. The collection boils around Julie, Rybicki’s wife, suffering from cancer. From the bone…

Conversation with the Night Woman

Inga Abele

Translated by Inara Cedrins I am the boat with lifted oars, which the swarthy night woman slowly releases into the stream toward morning. On the oar paddles pulse bluish stars. This boat is tightly nailed, no leaks, no dents, no…

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