As closure to my Dzanc all* Best of the Web in one place nominees & Dzanc all* Best of the Web in one place nominees – cont’d. posts, here is a partial list of works chosen by Kathy Fish, Matt Bell, and the editorial staff at Dzanc Books to be included their Best of the Web 2010 anthololgy.
Molly Gaudry, The Sky as John Saw It the Night Kate Sparkled
Alice Blue Review
I’m afraid if God saw me, he would very nearly recognize me.
Lucas Farrell, Translations of “My Refrigerator Light Makes Its Way Toward You” Into the 34 Languages Spoken in the Many Woods of Grief
my teeth played like the keys of a xylophone
Rachel Bunting, Martha Stewart Claims She Has Been Struck by Lightning Three Times
The Barefoot Muse
Who was asking for you that you’ve come knocking on my door,/And looking like a single spark in an August of no rain?
James Scannell McCormick, Trouble
Dark clouds hang low, and she’d like to snag one with her fingernail.
Michelle Reale, Nostrum
If you had a boy to love what would you not do?
Kyle Minor, Suspended
Carte Blanche Literary Review
To worry about snow is to be snow, bound; and snow’s where I got married and this picture of him running like a cartoon and his sad-happy eyes is like a canvas I can write anything I want.
Nanette Rayman-Rivera, Sounds of Silence
the discovery of snail warfare in the margins/of monastic manuscripts, the zero/that could hold an empty space, the neutron bomb,/the seedless tangerine.
Eleanor Wilner, Headlong for that Fair Target
Jie Li, The Taste of Mangoes
Peonies, azalea, sweet-scented osmanthus—I beheaded/them all.
Barbara Yien, If You See Buddha on the Road, Kill Him
The trees are not enough.
Aaron Burch, How To
David McLendon, Penumbra
Peter Markus, What We Tell Girl to Do With Us Brothers If We Ever Stop Making Mud
Stephen Graham Jones, Modern Love
A man with such loneliness repels even the moon’s face in water.
Terese Svoboda, Swanbit
They rested there, a man and a woman motionless holding hands, until the pounding of drums announced dinner.
Patricia O’Donnell, Gods for Sale
Fiction Writers Review
Withholding details—in other words, failing to communicate well—is a sign of a monster.
Christine Hartzler, Games Are Not About Monsters
She’s at the window, blowing smoke at the stars. “I’d pull them out by their roots if I could.”
Charles Lennox, Touching the Spine
Robert Bradley, Contemplations of the Saints
Nothing She said Would make me happier.
Sasha Fletcher, One Day All Your Teeth Will Be Mine
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He fans out his fingers and I feel his hand not as a certain thing, but as a variable, as a thing that can change.
Emma J. Lannie, Proxy
J. A. Tyler, Jimmy and his Father and the Ways About Them
The coals might pop and light the straw grass on fire and maybe burn the whole yard, maybe burn the house and the barn, spread to the field, blow into town and choke the sky with a sooty eclipse.
Josh Maday, Ashes to Undermine the Smell
The presidents oh man the scenario and the sun, but remain untagged.
Brian Baldi, Ideally Learnt French for Eavesdroppers
Everything that happened underground was doctrine
Mary Biddinger, Population: 41,685
Mississippi Review Online
She lay on her bed with the phone up snug to her ear during this particular conversation and her room seemed smaller to her after he said this.
Myfanwy Collins, Wash, Dry, Fold
We watched the orange streetlights come on, and sweated without knowing it.
Jensen Beach, Family
Rachel Yoder, Arizona’s Lonely
Sara Levine, Baby Love
Steven J. McDermott, When a Furnace Is All That Remains
Night Train Magazine
They’ve been writing on the walls with themselves.
Donora Hillard, From: Chorus from the Land of Grownups
William Walsh, Muse
No Tell Motel
Forget/in both directions from this moment.
Joanna Ruocco, When I Worked for Madonna
Before the sky got low and touched the ground and the neighborhood got small and fragile and the storms came through and tore trees apart and threw them onto houses and garages and split cars in half and pulled away the swamp grass and cat-tails and roof shingles, and rope swings, we spent our days in play.
Mary Hamilton, You Wouldn’t Believe Me If I Told You, But Me and Theodore Built a Time Machine
The Northville Review
I liked being in my room, and I liked walking around outside looking for birds’ nests, fox holes, new growth in the spring.
Lydia Copeland, Pact
Am I the only one in this who hopes it gets worse?
Leigh Stein, The Reckoning
I built a bridge for strong and sturdy. I built a bridge and named it Doris.
Mary Hamilton, Me and Theodore Are Trapped in the Trunk of the Car with Rags in Our Mouths and Tape Around Our Wrists and Ankles, Please Let Us Out
Michael Czyzniejewski, Pregnant With Peanut Butter
She also once told me she felt like she was drowning.
Cami Park, Glory
The Summerset Review
Butter flows slower than blood.
Kasandra Snow Duthie, Where the Glazed Girls Go
My history of falls is unkind.
Pamela Uschuk, A Short History of Falling
He kept them tethered with string and fed them regular doses of helium from a baby bottle.
Frank O’Connor, Foolish Creatures
Valparaiso Poetry Review
Their mouths are full./They have no wings.
Claudia Emerson, Ground Truth
The sink was water-stained, the mirror missing a corner. I recognized myself in it right away.
Dave Housley, Pop Star Dead at 22
Elizabeth Ellen, Samuel L. Jackson Is Not a Good Name for a Rabbit
Jennifer Pieroni, Now, Right Now
Mary Miller, Aesthete
Sean Lovelace, A Sigh Is Just a Sigh