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Friday Pick: All of You on the Good Earth by Ernest Hilbert

  All of You on the Good Earth by Ernest Hilbert Red Hen Press, March 2013, p. 95 On December 25, 1968, Frank Borman, a crewman aboard...
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Gary Frances

It's hard to stand up / for women in the company of men. // They're such inconsequential beings. / The women are even worse.

Carly Wilson

Carly Wilson

When I turned thirteen I began to worry very much about rubber souls and I thought / Sex was a prayer where one bent at the waist. / At eighteen I knew even less on the exact science of the thing, though / Could perfectly salt-to-taste any young dish.

Jessica Mensch

Jessica Mensch: Painting at the Intersection of Video Art and Performance Art

Jessica Mensch, B O D Y’s Art Editor, is known for her penetrating interviews with other artists. We decided to turn the tables and ask her about her own work this time. Tammer El-Sheikh caught up with Jessica to ask about her process, how she approaches art - and find out what THE FUZZ is all about.

Keith Driver

Keith Driver

Everyone was writing a novel that started, "I was born and it was Tuesday and these / things stayed true for the rest of my life." / Everyone was helping her parents fall in love in the distant past

Jim Freeman

Jim Freeman

“Get us there, Frank and then cruise around the back roads for a while. I want to get a feel for the country. This guy chases foxes with dogs, you know that, Frank?”

Sara Peters

Sara Peters

Some of us are sent to the barn / To tear apart chickens / Chatting and stacking // Their livers and hearts / Others collect stray children // And run them in circles / Till they’re exhausted

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Kirsten Irving

That mouth. That mouth is your homeland’s embassy / in a foreign country, when you have been robbed / and your son is gone...

David Morley

David Morley

you will not chant us down again. / You will not chant us down in our sorrows. / You will not chant us back into the earth. // For we left the earth where we thought we were alone / yet we are beside you, laughing and singing and unbroken.

Petr Borkovec

Petr Borkovec

They’re sawing through the plane trees near Place Sainte-Catherine. 5 a.m., darkness, drizzle and not a soul about (neither on the street nor at windows) - just a three-man team working through the tree-tops.

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