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

    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 sheets, pillows,vanishing but present—Her beautiful eyes.There are no words. Her cool love now distilledto almost...

    MY FATHER’S DOG TAGS – By Billy Malanga

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    MY FATHER’S DOG TAGSBy Billy Malanga My Father’s Dog Tags The name on my father’s brass dog tagsdoesn’t match his driver’s license.The gunfire caves filled with burning fleshand bloodshot south Pacific surfhad taken its toll. He...

    THE RIVER – By Anna Kapung

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    FEET ON UNSTABLE WATERSBy Anna Kapung    THE  RIVER                                                                                  The river is the same conceitedProceeds with its own eloquenceOpen in its clarity and influenceDark is its colour it has influenceIts licence to hold what it knowsIts prerogative...

    POETRY TRANSLATIONS – By Len Krisak

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    POETRY TRANSLATIONSBy Len Krisak EUGENIO MONTALE:. . . BUT LET IT BE. THE BUZZ OF A CORNET . . . but let it be. The buzz of a cornet                  Converses with the bees that swarm the oaks.Inside...

    TABLE-SCARF – By Mary Jane White

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    TABLE-SCARFBy Mary Jane White ENVOI Having returned from beyond black bordersOver sundry riversI come to our final parting & bring at last that kiss the departed are freely granted& call out  wailing  above your absence Since separation forbids...

    NOT YOU – By Sandra Hosking

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    NOT YOUBy Sandra Hosking Cricket Serenade Cricket sings his songWind carries it to TigerHer ear flicks then turns Dragonfly Why call it dragonIf it does not breathe fire?Heed its crushing jaw Joe Wears a Cape Joe wears a cape, superhero...

    POEMS – By Osip Mandelstam, translated by Don Mager

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    POEMSBy Osip Mandelstam / translated by Don Mager Untitled Accept as gladness from my palmsA little sun and a little honeyAs the bees of Persephone directed. Not to be untied is an unmoored boat,Not to be heard...

    THE SURRENDER OF WILL – By John Grey

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    SMALL TOWN IN OHIOBy John Grey There was a father oncewho raged from Maine to California,who must have figured only metal survives,so he would always be metal,backed up with fiststhick and hard as the stone...

    NAMELESS MOMENTS – By Harold Barnes

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    NAMELESS MOMENTSBy Harold Barnes   NAMELESS MOMENTSThis poemIs s proxyA placeholderFor every lapseIn my memoryIt representsThe fullness ofMy lifeA sum of allThe nameless momentsThat shaped meThe undersideOf the coinThe greater ofTwo evils    PARANOIDI fear these wordsHave already...