From now until June, five pieces from our 2012 issue of the Hart House Review will be running every Monday to Friday, starting with the poem Two-Ring Circus by Emily Izsak, and ending with our feature pieces by Erín Moure, Jp King, and Rob Benvie.
Post-Script
Twenty-seventh century CE
translucent fossils found
hiding on the third floor
of the ancient reference library.
Atrophied, mouths agape
amidst scratchings
carved out
by workless fingernails:
PROFESSIONAL PALLBEARERS
ANNOUNCE THE FALL OF COLLOSUS
after the fact.
Flurries of threadbare
black ribbon
antiques by their time of use
wrapped around the neck
of one gargantuavis philoinos.
Pencils poking out
of the crumbling eye sockets
of a static failed attempt.
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From now until June, five pieces from our 2012 issue of the Hart House Review will be running every Monday to Friday, starting with the poem Two-Ring Circus by Emily Izsak, and ending with our feature pieces by Erín Moure, Jp King, and Rob Benvie.
The Tower
Isaak Babel is born in Odessa in 1894. In 1905 he survives his first pogrom: though his family is untouched, he will dream strange iterations of the violence for years. He will always be uncomfortable in crowds. By twenty-two he is living in Petrograd, drinking with Maxim Gorky, and publishing his first stories, all failures. He sees action in the endless wars of the revolution, writes Red Cavalry, tastes fame. He becomes a lover of women. In 1926 he is hailed as Russia’s “most famous writer.” In 1930 he travels in the Ukraine, searching for inspiration to write the great socialist epic and finds only fear and famine, the strange fruit of utopia. At the First Congress of Soviet Writers in August 1934 Babel announces that he has become a master of literary silence. His words hang in the hall a moment too long, dooming him, though he will live another six years.
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From now until June, five pieces from our 2012 issue of the Hart House Review will be running every Monday to Friday, starting with the poem Two-Ring Circus by Emily Izsak, and ending with our feature pieces by Erín Moure, Jp King, and Rob Benvie.
Surefire Signs Your Loved One is a Cellphone User
When you ask why her pants are vibrating
she says she ate too many beans last night,
then leaves the room, her hand on her pocket.
You wake up in the middle of the night
to find him under the covers, which are glowing.
In the morning his thumbs are chapped.
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From now until June, five pieces from our 2012 issue of the Hart House Review will be running every Monday to Friday, starting with the poem Two-Ring Circus by Emily Izsak, and ending with our feature pieces by Erín Moure, Jp King, and Rob Benvie.
Hotel
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From now until June, five pieces from our 2012 issue of the Hart House Review will be running every Monday to Friday, starting with the poem Two-Ring Circus by Emily Izsak, and ending with our feature pieces by Erín Moure, Jp King, and Rob Benvie.
miner’s hands
how do the miner’s hands feel
when they come upon
the soft, supple
white sheet of skin
their coarse and callous
dragging, lingering
in the pockets and valleys
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