A new study published in the Archives of Internal Medicine concludes:
"Inadequate health literacy, as measured by reading fluency, independently predicts all-cause mortality and cardiovascular death among community-dwelling elderly persons. Reading fluency is a more powerful variable than education for examining the association between socioeconomic status and health. " (Arch Intern Med. 2007;167:1503-1509)
http://archinte.ama-assn.org/cgi/content/short/167/14/1503
25.7.07
"The Dirty Border - Chapter 3" by Melanie Lamaga
“This is the first installment in a series of photos from the Tijuana border crossing, a timeless universe where cars are furniture and kitch is religion.”
24.7.07
"Little Teatimes" by Jay Snodgrass
Once after a brunch of needles, pastry brown blood
Stains and fennel, you brandished
The length of hair at the caller knocking at the door,
Mocking birds scrabbling to fill
Up the morning with noise. Once after a breaking
Of limbs you leaned from the broken
Car window and pawed at the ground around my feet
Like a dog after a crime.
Once after the rain came to you like a blanket
Of clover, like a shawl of empty
Shoulders, you proclaimed that the future of wood
Was an axe. We embellished
Your waxing fever with polish and the electric
Wood sander for Christmas. Then
Once you learned to walk again, the lengths of tendon
Reworked into banisters of clean light
You stole a thimble of milk and every other tick
Of seconds from the clock. The refrigerator
Heaved a stony thrumming, compressing air
In gasps. One floor tile at a time
From the alternating patterns of worn browning cream
And burgundy scuffs, got up and marched
To the basement in regiments. Once you parted
The gift of a mirror into two rooms at once
The devil rang the door bell and you scuttled. Once
In a romance of broken rocks and asphalt
You went after the redness in a robin with the left over
Steak knives shivering in the drawer.
HEY! LOOK! A poem that actually responds to our monthly theme: “Murder, Mayhem and Miniature Golf” by Tabitha Dial
She used to always be ready
for miniature golf
or croquet –
any excuse to hit a ball
around a lawn
She used to always be ready
for a little murder
at the drop of a second –
any excuse to kick
around a father figure
She used to always be ready
for a bit of mayhem
or minor chaos –
any excuse to fix
over-frayed nerves
She used to be ready.
Now she cannot be bothered
to leave the house.
23.7.07
10.7.07
Dick Cheney's Man Sized Safe by Jay Snodgrass
1. Obscene
Check the box behind the door. The case lingers, violence
Like bars of chocolate. Not so secret.
Reach back. Reach back to find the throat in the dark.
The straw, wet straw. I’m drinking from this.
Hide the behaviors of the secret camps. My big blue bleeding. Contiguous synthesis.
I love this channel. What will it do tomorrow.
The desert is one after the other. Arc of names.
What he said. Let’s do it again.
This street needs covering. Its secret is exposed. You drive down to my house and burn it down. The director is giving away his books.
Lick a card. Any card. Feel the redness
Living in the night, with my sacred credit cards.
Out of the braidal perilously crocking.
Specter of the worst. Clear metal bar. Swing into the casket.
8.7.07
Turf! by Clay Blancett
Turf, Water, Red Ball
Hole 3 Par 2
Hole 9 Par 2
Treacherous Stones
Like the Terraces of the Inca
2.7.07
Ultimates by Jay Snodgrass
I said everything:
Notice the blowing, full bore,
Nightly endured
Production, still, out of bounds.
Nobody said you would make
A flywheel of ground dinosaur teeth;
–A sewage system of forgettable –
A canonic undertow of unwavering vanity,
All, reigned in to the heart-thump.
I SAID: you may
Northern. The sanctity, cowling doomsday,
The great ones wave banners.
Their gloved fist at the sky. Superhero
Dilettantes, the total crimson cut
Of cosmic declaration, a super-cision.
While the superfluous over bite, fiend to crinkle,
Listens to the over-sound: here comes
The report: Dupe. Acquittal. Spectral
Fade.
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