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

    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...

    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...

    VISITOR – By Sukrita Paul Kumar

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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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    INNOCENCE – By Shayna Boisvert

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       INNOCENCEBy Shayna Boisvert    ParthenonEven within my youth, I sensed something...I recall when it came to meTucked softly into bedHow irresistibly comforting it felt To be tucked within the sheetsI nnocentSwiftly this would end...I no...

    NATURE / STOP / IGNORE – By Karl Miller

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    NATURE / STOP / IGNOREBy Karl Miller Nature/violence (Diptych) Stop (Triptych) Ignore (Diptych)

    SYMPHONY – By Amber McCready

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    SYMPHONYBy Amber McCready Symphony If I ever leave this world aliveI want my soul to be composedof every laugh my parents ever madeevery memory of reliefevery...

    FEED FLOWERS – By Mark Taksa

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    FEED FLOWERSBy Mark Taksa  Feed FlowersWind, if it woke, might scrape a leafagainst the planks. Flowers wilt in the pot.A departed wind pushed the watering can, dry,to its side. Dry wood shows through...