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

    BALD EAGLE – By Jean Berrett

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    BALD EAGLEBy Jean Berrett BALD EAGLE Yesterday driving home from Patuxent Wildlife Center,I thought I saw the eagle. I pulled over off the roadand leaned out lookingthrough...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    FORBIDDEN LOVE – By Ray Fenech

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    FORBIDDEN LOVEBy Ray Fenech Forbidden LoveWhen they made love the first timeHe never thought she’d walk away;In his mind it was: until death do us apart.When she wiped his...

    WRITING FOR STRANGERS – By Olaf Dammann

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    WRITING FOR STRANGERSBy Olaf  Dammann 1where do storks comefrom? if nothing else,tender enchantrix, whereis your self, yourbones are wrapped insilver linings, thatevery cloud musthave, like ends oftunnels musthave light2strangers,...

    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...

    THE MAN-UNKIND BLUES #1 – By Henry Reneau

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    THE MAN-UNKIND BLUES #1By Henry Reneau      Anne Waldman If you turn the Goddess to stone, don't be surprisedif she doesn't bleed.                                                                                 —Andrea Potts

    R + N 4EVER – By Elliot Greiner

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    R+N 4EVERBy Elliot Greiner R + N 4ever Their initials are scoopedinto the curb of thegrocery’s parking lot,the remains of a promisecollecting age,the glances of passerby.