I think we've all wondered who will miss us when we're gone. Bowering hits this internal fear right between the eyes in his poetic tackle of insecurities and the unknown. The lines are clear-cut, yet bone-chilling. This poem is vulnerable and terrifyingly relatable. In the smoothly-flowing verses that touch on death, drowning, and his own mother, Bowering explores his relationship to the world while touching at the deeper, wide-spread suffering of humanity in our endless vie for meaning.
The layout for the online magazine "Fiddleback" can be described as simplistic as best. Though the mag appears painfully dull, the content inside is the exact opposite. Fish is one of the most compelling short stories I have ever read. With a clear, strong voice and unique story line, the aftermath of a horrific shark attack is mixed up with the most unsexy sex in a sublime, yet convincing narrative. The immaculate twist at the end had me re-read the entire thing - and I liked it even more the second time through. Try it yourself: https://fiddleblack.org/journal/issue-17/fish
" Two days ago, I saw a girl lose her life in a lemon sundress. . . . . Her skin barely held her bones together. "
Paris - a city that has inspired lovers, models, artists, writers, and intellectuals takes a new form through the eyes of Ray, a city planner - and apparently a pretty shitty one at that. Ray seems bombarded with levels of conflict: first, there's the rain, constantly slipping into the story like a shadow reading over your shoulder; second is his confusing, if not utterly unbelievable, relationship with the mysterious Colette. Thirdly, in the wake of an accidental murder, Ray loses his job because he can't stop stumbling over Chinatown. For all these conflicts, there is no clear resolution, and the character fails miserably at his act of salvation. While some readers may find the story lingers too long in intangibles and lacks a certain concreteness, the turmoil of morality sticks with us as the cold rain soaks the cobblestone streets. |
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