Ampersand Books



Warning: include(wp-includes/class-php.php) [function.include]: failed to open stream: No such file or directory in /hermes/bosoraweb009/b64/glo.theampersand/wp-content/themes/ampersandreview/header.php on line 46

Warning: include() [function.include]: Failed opening 'wp-includes/class-php.php' for inclusion (include_path='.:/usr/local/lib/php-5.2.17/lib/php') in /hermes/bosoraweb009/b64/glo.theampersand/wp-content/themes/ampersandreview/header.php on line 46

Vol. IV – Literary Superheroes!!


It's a bird! It's a plane!

Faster than a prom-night virgin, more powerful than his pimply lust.  Able to leap mountainous pretentions with a single “Ha!”.  It’s the fourth edition of The Ampersand Review!  Read some of the thrilling exploits of The Ampersand Hero League:

Poetry


EVERY VALLEY by Anne Babson

BAD MEAT by Ron Seitz

REVEL (BREASTS) by Felicia A. Rivers

SQUAT by Danny Lawless

THE WAIT FOR CAKE by Melissa Broder

PRIMER by Gregory Lawless

Fiction


TWO, TO TANGO by Rebecca Serle

THE STRAY, Adam Cogbill

TERR-BEAR LOVES JIMMY, by Tim Jones-Yelvington

Online Exclusives!

THE STUPID THINGS THAT SWAY US ON THE BREEZE OF PORTABLE HOUSE FANS, by Echezona Udeze

LOOSE TIES & BOOMERANGS, by Maryn Ellery


The Ampersand Reviews!


CRACKS AND SLATS

Mark Jackley
chapbook, Amsterdam Press, 2009

Review by Danny Lawless

Mark Jackley’s remarkable chapbook Cracks and Slats offers the reader many pleasures, not least is its straightforwardness: a flatness of style that conceals – though not very well – its author’s immense gifts of style and nuance. One hears many echoes here – of Simic and Michaux, Strand, Ponge, the early Robert Bly, Nicanor Parra, George Trakl, a bit of Franz Wright, even the prose of Wille Vlautin. Jackley is a master of the apercu, if one can apply that high-falutin word to these memory-narratives of family and dogs, houses, a man eating a burrito in a movie house, of shit jobs and love-making. Here a spruce is “a shy dancer/holding the hem of her dress/on the verge of leaping”; a divorce decree arrives “in the iron stillness/of the mailbox whose/mouth was hanging open/in the April breeze/ much like mine”; and, my favorite, the lover who dreams of he and his partner as two clementines “nestled in our crate/ of wood and nails, the plastic/netting is the end/of the world/ exactly/as it ought to be.” Ordinarily, one is happy to come across even one such passage in a poet’s work. Here, there are others, equally uncanny, equally spare and haunting, like this. Many others.

Share the Excellence:
  • Print
  • StumbleUpon
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Google Bookmarks