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

    DIALOGUES OF THE POOL By Christopher Perricone

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    DIALOGUES OF THE POOLBy Christopher Perricone Dialogues of the Pool               I rememberThe dialogues of the pool,Interlocutors bobbing,The chlorine wavesSmacking their nipples,Currents of their children's urine,The pool's...

    ALFRED AND MOSES – By Timothy Robbins

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    ALFRED AND MOSESBy Timothy Robbins Alfred and Moses(for A.E. Housman) I picture a Merchant Ivory flick.Young classicist with patrician cheeks,face of an Arabian prancer, featuresprecise as...

    A ROBIN IN WINTER – By Mark J. Mitchell

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    A ROBIN IN WINTERBy Mark J. Mitchell A ROBIN IN WINTER                             For John Lost as a bird in a snowbankpropped on drifts of...

    IN LIMINE By Eugenio Montale, translated by Mary Jane White

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    IN LIMINEBy Eugenio Montale / translated by Mary Jane White IN LIMINE Delight, then—if the wind re-enter our conservatorybringing back to it, and to you, the...

    THE BURNING SEASON – By Lazola Pambo

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    THE BURNING SEASONBy Lazola Pambo   Winter is sentencedinto a silent cataclysmwhen the yellow-eyed chariotsrage upon humanitya battalion of immortal squadronnone of us have ever seen The last anniversary of the universeilluminated by a catharsisthe...

    AFTERWORD: OR, THE AMATEUR POET – By Michael T. Smith

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    AFTERWORD: OR, THE AMATEUR POETBy Michael T. Smith Afterword: Or, the Amateur Poet                 You thought you gripped the futureWhen you only brushed the dust from...

    A BALLAD I WISH I WISH I RUN – By Sam Landry

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    A BALLAD I WISH I WISH I RUNBy Sam Landry A Ballad I Wish I Wish I Run stuck in the roadcoiled under breathdeep under rollingtides...

    WHAT IS WHITENESS? (AN IMPERFECT BRAINSTORM) – By Bill Shultz

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    WHAT IS WHITENESS(AN IMPERFECT BRAINSTORM)By Bill Shultz November 9 2016 Woke to the sound of a woman’s cry,buried my head under the blanketand cried a little,...

    SUMMER NEVER DIES – By Michael Jerry Tupa

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    SUMMER NEVER DIESBy Michael Jerry Tupa July Comes Only OnceHe lies transfixed in his bed,"Close to you,"sun's shadow paints a pattern on the opposite wall,summertime, no school, no homework,voice...

    THE LADY’S EYES – By Jules Supervielle, translated by John J. Ronan

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    THE LADY'S EYESBy Jules Supervielle / translated by John J. Ronan This woman, whom I know, seems to herself unknown, absently off in...