Issue 110 / Fall 2011
STORIES Paul Zimmerman Full Remittance John Matthew Fox Drive-by Horoscope Theodore Wheeler The First Night of My Down-and-Out Sex Life Annalisa Grier Diamondback Marvin Shackelford Cannibals in the Neighborhood Kevin Adler The Lake in Winter Peter Stenson You May Know Me as the E-Trader Baby Aubrey Hirsch No System for Blindness Peter Levine Often Remembered Doug Swift The Sinking Boy Eric Wasserman The Job Liza Costello The Strangler Tree Barbara Ann Porte Marilyn Monroe in Heaven
POEMS Zoe Donaldson Nonesuch Henry Darger Writes a Love Poem Thomas March Summer City Morning, after a Sudden Storm Abby E. Murray Shortly before the World Ended James K. Zimmerman Since Evolution Is Just a Theory: The Birth of Sex Kate Robinson after hours, off the cross Kate Asche Hand Song Kathleen Kirk Last Day in Cuba Jacqueline Kolosov Abide with Me Jim Papa The Fallow Sea The White Moon Corrine Elysse Adams A Boring Suicide Thomas Hawks Standard Time Dudley Laufman Stove
ESSAYS AND MEMOIRS Robert Aquinas McNally The Healing of the Wild Laura Jean Baker Sixpence Christopher Thorton The Day after, the Way Forward: Letter from Egypt Irene O’Garden Walking South
From the editor’s desk
We are pleased to publish, in this issue, the prize-winning poem of Confrontation’s 2011 Poetry Contest, “Nonesuch.” Written by Zoe Donaldson, a young poet who graduated Bates College in Maine just this past spring, “Nonesuch” is an elegy for her father, and the form it takes—a villanelle—was inspired by Elizabeth Bishop’s villanelle “One Art.” Donaldson also submitted another poem, “Henry Darger Writes a Love Poem,” which we are pleased to print here as well.
The poet left Maine after graduating and now lives in New York, which certainly has a less-challenging climate, even if its other challenges are formidable. (But is there any place in the United States where the young—as well as the not so young—are not facing challenges in 2011?) Donaldson works at Poets House in lower Manhattan, a splendid, largely glass building overlooking the broad Hudson River, close to where the Twin Towers were prior to 9/11, and where their replacement, the Freedom Tower, is steadily rising into the air. The area is thus a site of energetic creation and civilization. Poets House is the preeminent center for poetry in the United States, and it is an enviable place for a young poet to work. But Donaldson is not stopping here: she intends to pursue an MFA in poetry sometime within the next few years and of course to continue writing poetry.
We would like to thank, once again, all the poets who submitted poems to Confrontation’s 2011 Poetry Contest. Around our offices, Belinda Kremer, Confrontation’s Poetry Editor, radiated pleasure at the number of submissions and the chance to read your work.
Your face flashes in the road when I cross nonesuch river.
What a stupid name, we might have said—one thought, our own.
in The Garden it dawned on them that they were
naked and they were hot and in shape but E
the worn rosaries of the past.
But I want to sleep with the wood duck