The Carolina Quarterly articles from January 2005

The Carolina Quarterly archives from January 2005

The Charles B. Wood award for distinguished writing.
January 1, 2005... Winner: A. Loudermilk Guest Judge: Margaret Rabb Novelist Charles Barnette Wood was born in 1906 in Roxboro, North Carolina and was a 1929 graduate of The University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Following his undergraduate...

Medway Sequences.(Poem)
January 1, 2005... Medway Sequences (Goose Creek, SC) Green lizards skitter. Winter. My letter wants to describe a serpentine wall, the Landina berry red on a woodpeckers neck, camellias in porcelain bowls, how grace ...

Flight Patterns.(Poem)
January 1, 2005... Flight patterns 1 The shadow of a bird, then the bird. Clouds and the ghosts of clouds. Sends of cirrocumulus dispersed like popped corn in an aerial colloid. Below: parquet of schools,...

VIII A Cheiff Lady of Pomeiooc.(Three Poems)(Poem)
January 1, 2005... VIII A Cheiff Lady of Pomeiooc "The mark of the day is the Susurrus of mottled clouds swiftly moving Beyond the frame they pile up All motion riverrunning to ranges Of big white peaks that Dissolve Into...

X Their manner of careynge their Children.(Three Poems)(Poem)
January 1, 2005... X Their manner of careynge their Children To bear them that way is strangeness Beyond measure the swift settling into ways Wrecked or won "the true accomplishments," The things done In grace in natural grace......

XI The Coniuerer.(Three Poems)(Poem)
January 1, 2005... XI The Coniuerer In prayer or flight the face is lifted to the sky & the hands the large expressive bands Run before in fearful supplication. It is not strange that the beautifully dead Blackbird--Badge-- ...

Snow fell in Florida.(Short Story)
January 1, 2005... Snow fell in Florida, in October, and not in the north--deep in the south, in West Palm Beach, where we still live. Children played in the snow, and alligators froze to death, and the air conditioning men earned their first heating money in...

Dear chicken.(Three Poems)
January 1, 2005... Dear Chicken I'm sorry the farmboy punts you. Our housecat is a racist and considers you a brand of Arabian sparrow. Most butterflies are just hinged shabby paper. I don't get your feet: you are such this dressed up lizard. What if I...

Dear dog.(Three Poems)
January 1, 2005... Dear Dog A dog cannot spit. They can drool, but not spitting. You cannot project spit from your mouth like a human can. That's because your mouth is tubular. My mouth is spherical, thus I can spit. I am your normal, high-functioning...

Dear Paper Wasp.(Three Poems)(Poem)
January 1, 2005... Dear Paper Wasp The day I killed you, virile paper wasp I cursed my sicko self as if I had shot an albatross. What a dorky buzzing- overwrought kazoo-playing elf who but you could have gotten lost ...

Clearing.(POETRY)(Poem)
January 1, 2005... Clearing Raking leaves with half A broken flowerpot I coerce the snails Off my cat's azalea Grave. Sparkling ShOt Trails glimmer like moon Commanded oceans and solstice Stars shoved across the sky. ...

Flore Slope.(Poem)
January 1, 2005... Flore Slope You remember being there but not what it was like. The incline of the road to it from the river, the amount of people coursing market stalls a few blocks from the gate, the fee of colored...

Green Thumb.(Poem)
January 1, 2005... Green Thumb Running up a hill is an exercise in compression, trying to make altitude seem less than it really is. When the crab spider lifts forelegs at my approach it's not even my shadow it senses, Merely the...

Grass.(Short Story)
January 1, 2005... They were sleeping. This was a time before children when sleep was deep and satisfying. Lief and Ina were pretending to be a married couple, spending every non-working moment together in his little apartment on Lincoln Place in Brooklyn. ...

The Queen Establishes.(Poem)
January 1, 2005... The Queen Establishes In the drone's St. Virus' dance her signal is given, as if one sudden, mad impulse had spontaneously flung open every gate in the city', and the humming throng issues, pours forth in quadruple...

Spray man.(Short Story)
January 1, 2005... The land northeast of Baltimore--low, humid, swampy and edging muckily toward the shallow coves of the upper Chesapeake Bay--is more fit for many creatures than it is for man. And so when Glenn L. Martin, in the late 1920s, came to the area...

The queen of October.(Short Story)
January 1, 2005... The basketball might have been a pumpkin circling the metal rim just above the net. Autumn colors could upend you. Or maybe it was the uncertainty between seasons that nicked at a person's equanimity as the days grew shorter. A scarlet maple...

00:02:36:58.(Short Story)
January 1, 2005... This was when LaSalle and I were somewhere between our childhood and our teens. It started with a video camera, a packet of contraband fireworks, and his pellet gun--one of those CO2 powered things, a convincing facsimile of a .38 Smith &...

Pythagoras Counts Toward the End.(Poem)
January 1, 2005... Pythagoras Counts Toward the End A flood of sunlight drenches tills lush lawn, and splashes radiance on nearby trees; Pythagoras divides the summer dawn into the cosmos, multiplies by breeze and quality of drifting...

Blue Mojave.(Poem)
January 1, 2005... Blue Mojave Off the back and out the echo after the bluff, moving through the celery bog to the big sink, past all the refineries of this afternoon drones of the next but up with the wand forward with whiskey ...

The History of al-Tabar *.(Two Poems)(Poem)
January 1, 2005... The History of al-Tabar * What is time? How long is its total extent? Time is what history pretends. Total extent is as long as the beat of a single family through generations. A girl slides an abacus...

Vision and Time *.(Two Poems)(Brief Article)(Poem)
January 1, 2005... Vision and Time * The sprinkler sprinkles out of its rotation back into cloud-- "Only when lions have historians... The squirrels that have zipped the treetrunks unzip their exact way back ...

Studies in the History of the Renaissance.(Short Story)
January 1, 2005... I finally came to his name this morning around midday written on page 145, during the chapter on Leonardo Da Vinci. Trey Body, it read in the wide margin and then listed a phone number and date of birth that informed me he'd been alive for...

The rules of being alone.(Short Story)
January 1, 2005... Clear your thoughts. Think of nothing but my voice... I am hypnotizing my older sister Lee today. We have seen this on the television set, on a soap opera, probably, while Mother was at work or in the bath. The gray man with dark lips...

Chantey.(Two Poems)(Poem)
January 1, 2005... Chantey My mother, the fishmonger's wife, brings her bucket to the light. A blood falls out, a bulb. If the bulb cracks, I will take the filament as a new wing, a slick, a lisp. They sing by the marks from the nails....

Symbiosis.(Two Poems)(Poem)
January 1, 2005... Symbiosis I said something wrong in their language. I swallowed one of their tiny coffins. A lurid rain. A telegraph pole. I remembered clearly all the details of their stories, Pornographic memory. Came to my...

An interview with Richard Bausch.(Interview)
January 1, 2005... Richard Bausch received his M.F.A. from the University of Iowa Writers' Workshop in 1975, and since that time, he has authored 16 books, including the novels Real Presence (1980), Take Me Back (1981), The Last Good Time (1984), Mr. Field's...

Back to basics.(Working the Dirt: An Anthology of Southern Poets)(Book Review)
January 1, 2005... Working the Dirt: An Anthology of Southern Poets. Ed. Jennifer Home. NewSouth Books. Paper, $20.00. In his preface to the second edition of Lyrical Ballads (1800), William Wordsworth famously explained his decision to write poems of...