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Poetry - Year II - Number 7 - Volume I - June 2017

    TIMES – By Anwer Ghani

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    LITERARY CONTESTSFICTIONNONFICTIONPOETRYHAPPENINGSBOOK REVIEWSINTERVIEWSNEW TITLESART & PHOTOGRAPHYADELAIDE Independent Quarterly Literary Magazine / Revista Literária Independente Trimestral, New York / Lisboa, Online Edition            TIMESBy Anwer Ghani The SunsetMy hand is so hot like the soul of the...

    AS OF NOW – By Jim Hanlen

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    AS OF NOWPoems by Jim Hanlen As of Now I've just gotten used to wherethe creek and stone belong.They found their place a long time ago.

    LOVE IN A WAR TIME – By Jeton Kelmendi

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    LOVE IN A WAR TIMEBy Jeton Kelmendi Love in a War Time Sometime I want them to happenThese thingsDifferentlyFor example, a heavy fog fell in me,Until...

    SOME LIVING STRUCTURE IN THE UNDERLYING THOUGHT

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    SOME LIVING STRUCTURE IN THE UNDERLYING THOUGHTBy Carol Frith Lepidopteron A mourning cloak butterfly flashing winter maroonemerges from the creek willows, its dark...

    THANKSGIVING – By Obi Nwakanma

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    THANKSGIVINGBy Obi Nwakanma Thanksgiving It is the seventh month, and theUvene fruits are ripe again  -The wild berries, plump with juice;The breadfruit, and the gourds are...

    TOURNÉE DU CHAT NOIR – By Susan Cossette

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    TOURNÉE DU CHAT NOIRBy Susan Cossette Tournée du Chat Noir It is a suitable night for lost souls.The Swiss Guard, clad head to toe in goldLead...

    KAME WARURU / JAR BREAKING – Translation by William Waters

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    KAME WARURU Jar BreakingTranslation by William Waters   A SONG FOR AHN, MYONG HWAOriginal Korean:Phonetic Korean:Ahn-gay-ga god-hee-goMyong-song-ee sa-ra-chee-chaHwa-rha Harm-ee Da-shee sal-lan-nan-da. English:As the mist risesVenus disappears;Even the dust sparkles.    KAME WARURU* Jar Breaking                        For BashoI hadforgottenthe jarin thekitchen,--had forgottenthe...

    SIMPLE PLEASURES ELUDE ME LIKE FIREFLIES

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    SIMPLE PLEASURES ELUDE ME LIKE FIREFLIESBy Shirley Jones-Luke  Simple Pleasures Elude Me like Fireflies Joy flits away in the moonlight,solitude is the crystal tears of starsdropping...

    AT THE SCUOLA DI SAN ROCCO – By Anne Babson

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    AT THE SCUOLA DI SAN ROCCOBy Anne Babson The gate guard greeted me “pronto,” not “buongiorno,”As if I were afar off phoning, but there IStood, ecce homo.  Years, this artist...

    MEMORIAL – By Geoffrey A. Rubin

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    MEMORIALBy Geoffrey A. Rubin Memorial Weeping willows talkAnd haunt a temple of solace.In a soothing slow voiceWhispers down from heaven.The power of those not presentInspires witnessed...