{"id":5545,"date":"2012-08-01T00:10:13","date_gmt":"2012-08-01T05:10:13","guid":{"rendered":"\/nashvillereview\/?p=5545"},"modified":"2012-08-01T00:10:13","modified_gmt":"2012-08-01T05:10:13","slug":"summer-2012","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5545","title":{"rendered":"Summer 2012"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3>Summer 2012 Table of Contents<\/h3>\n<p><code><br \/>\n<\/code><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5391\">Comiques<\/a> by Anne Emond<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\"><em>_____<\/em><span style=\"color: #000000\"><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5391\"><img loading=\"lazy\" style=\"border: 0px initial initial\" src=\"\/nashvillereview\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/15\/2012\/07\/thewalk.jpg\" alt=\"vge6\" width=\"167\" height=\"185\" \/><\/a><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\"><em>_____<\/em><span style=\"color: #000000\"><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/comics\">Comics<\/a><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5350\">Dendrochronology<\/a> by John A. Nieves<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><em>They were mining for time, but time was not cooperating.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/poetry\">Poetry<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5342\">Dowsing<\/a> by Gwendolyn Jensen<\/p>\n<p><em><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><\/em><em>Soft and slow, the water moves,\/Comely, cool, it lingers<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><\/em><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/poetry\">Poetry<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5503\">Step in (City Lines)<\/a> by Fort Frances<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/jukebox\">Jukebox<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5275\">Phosphorescence<\/a> by Amanda Fields<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><em>Very hadn\u2019t felt the same way as other mothers, the way everyone says you\u2019re supposed to feel<\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/fiction\">Fiction<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5344\">Repeat Live Capture<\/a> by Brad Clompus<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____ <\/span><em>When you get\/\u2028to the field by the river,\/\u2028open the lid, expect\/\u2028anything.<\/em><em> <\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/poetry\">Poetry<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5427\">On Deadlifting<\/a> by Brian Furuness<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<span style=\"color: #000000\"><em>I&#8217;m not a big man, but I have a powerful ass. This makes it hard to shop for pants, but it also makes one hell of a fulcrum<\/em><\/span><\/span><em> <\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/nonfiction\">Nonfiction<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5348\">Tropic Troping Bird<\/a> by Stephen Massimilla<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____ <\/span><em>Our regard for each other a series\/of seconds raring\/\u2028to stare and stare.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/poetry\">Poetry<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5491\">Plainsong<\/a> by Hope Mohr<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5491\"><img loading=\"lazy\" style=\"border: 0px initial initial\" src=\"\/nashvillereview\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/15\/2012\/07\/Plainsong1.jpg\" alt=\"Plainsong1\" width=\"100\" height=\"75\" \/><\/a><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5491\"><img loading=\"lazy\" style=\"margin-left: 10px;border: 0px initial initial\" src=\"\/nashvillereview\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/15\/2012\/07\/plainsong2.jpg\" alt=\"plainsong2\" width=\"100\" height=\"75\" \/><\/a><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5491\"><img loading=\"lazy\" style=\"margin-left: 10px;border: 0px initial initial\" src=\"\/nashvillereview\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/15\/2012\/07\/Plainsong3.jpg\" alt=\"Plainsong3\" width=\"100\" height=\"75\" \/><\/a><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5491\"><img loading=\"lazy\" style=\"margin-left: 10px;border: 0px initial initial\" src=\"\/nashvillereview\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/15\/2012\/07\/plainsong4.jpg\" alt=\"plainsong4\" width=\"100\" height=\"75\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/dance\">Dance<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5360\">Water-bearing<\/a> by Ashley Keyser<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____ <\/span><em>The broad bronze women need no one\/\u2028now to save them, unremarked-on\/\u2028as anything else aging in public spaces.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/poetry\">Poetry<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5355\">To a Girl<\/a> by Rachel Marie Patterson<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____ <\/span><em>In the end, what we were given\/\u2028was not only violence.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/poetry\">Poetry<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5501\">Killing Time<\/a> by Zephaniah Bostow<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/jukebox\">Jukebox<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5298\">Cul-de-Sac<\/a> and\u00a0<a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5305\">Vine River<\/a> by F. Daniel Rzicznek<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____ <\/span><em>The map is a hunger for dimension,\/\u2028what meaning becomes becomes meaning<\/em><em> <\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/poetry\">Poetry<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5484\">Hoverboard<\/a> by Sydney Freeland<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\"><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5484\"><img loading=\"lazy\" style=\"border: 0px initial initial\" src=\"\/nashvillereview\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/15\/2012\/07\/hoverboard1.jpg\" alt=\"hoverboard1\" width=\"100\" height=\"75\" \/><\/a><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5484\"><img loading=\"lazy\" style=\"margin-left: 10px;border: 0px initial initial\" src=\"\/nashvillereview\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/15\/2012\/07\/hoverboard2.jpg\" alt=\"hoverboard2\" width=\"100\" height=\"75\" \/><\/a><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5484\"><img loading=\"lazy\" style=\"margin-left: 10px;border: 0px initial initial\" src=\"\/nashvillereview\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/15\/2012\/07\/Hoverboard3.jpg\" alt=\"Hoverboard3\" width=\"100\" height=\"75\" \/><\/a><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5484\"><img loading=\"lazy\" style=\"margin-left: 10px;border: 0px initial initial\" src=\"\/nashvillereview\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/15\/2012\/07\/Hoverboard4.jpg\" alt=\"Hoverboard4\" width=\"100\" height=\"75\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/film\">Film<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5497\">Drive<\/a> by Thomas Donovan<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/jukebox\">Jukebox<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5329\">Destruction Myth<\/a> and\u00a0<a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5326\">David and the Anatomical Venus<\/a> by Emma Sovich<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><em>In these their last days alive, the workers bit at the remaining honeycomb, chewing it to soften it then spitting it out.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/poetry\">Poetry<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5315\">Mother: An Aggadah<\/a> and\u00a0<a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5311\">Damage Ready<\/a> by Sarah Marcus<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><em>Kirsten strokes my hair and says,\u2028\/ maybe you were put on this earth for your mother<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><\/em><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/poetry\">Poetry<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5261\">The Stars in Illinois<\/a> by Dallas Woodburn<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><em>Eleanor believes friendships are a matter of convenience and circumstance<\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/fiction\">Fiction<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5337\">Dream of Adolescence<\/a> by Leanne Chabalko<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____ <\/span><em>In the field I find sick bottles and arrowheads\/\u2028I see an elk rub antlers across a chokecherry tree<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><\/em><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/poetry\">Poetry<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5358\">A Story We Might Follow<\/a> by Joe Wilkins<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____ <\/span><em>We shoe up and slip down drifts,\/wend our slow way through oak\/and heavy-headed sumac<\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/poetry\">Poetry<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5452\">An Interview with Alicia Ostriker<\/a> by Melissa Cundieff<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><em>The writer, the poet, can experience himself\/ herself as a vessel the wind of the spirit blows through.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/interviews\">Interviews<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5292\">Pantoum from Wilson Pickett Interview<\/a> by Harold Whit Williams<\/p>\n<p><em><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span>After mother knelt down &amp; hollered for my soul\/\u00a0She&#8217;d hit me with anything &#8211; skillets &amp; stove wood &#8211;<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><\/em><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/poetry\">Poetry<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5286\">The Wrong Side of Rapture<\/a> by Traci Brimhall and Eryn Cruft<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\"><em>_____<\/em><span style=\"color: #000000\"><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5286\"><img loading=\"lazy\" style=\"border: 0px initial initial\" src=\"\/nashvillereview\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/15\/2012\/07\/CruftTrimhall6.jpg\" alt=\"vge6\" width=\"167\" height=\"185\" \/><\/a><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/comics\">Comics<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5515\">Jake<\/a> by Jonathan Brown<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><em><span style=\"color: #ffffff\"> <\/span>We all become dust, but some of us just enjoy being swept away.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/poetry\">Poetry (Oral)<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5339\">Strange Victory, Strange Defeat<\/a> by Jeff Alessandrelli<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span> <em>Invisible hands,\/ invisible arms, invisible feet,\/the snake rises up<\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/poetry\">Poetry<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5372\">The Eye<\/a> by Mike Meginnis<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><em>Ben was back from the war and he had a purple heart. Nobody agreed on where or how severely he had been wounded.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_____<\/span><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/fiction\">Fiction<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5465\"><strong>Summer 2012 Contributors<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/5539\">Masthead<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Cover Art &#8220;Thread&#8221; by <\/strong><strong><strong><span><a href=\"http:\/\/www.milkTruck.biz\">Pickles!, Master Obsessor and Creator of Fantastical Things<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Summer 2012 Table of Contents Comiques by Anne Emond _____ _____Comics Dendrochronology by John A. 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