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Poetry - Year II - Number 8 - July 2017

    CHASM By Lisa Brognano

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    CHASMBy Lisa Brognano     CHASMHe yells to her overBig bank of hills andSees nothing but bluntBrown banks and a snakeRiver below.She hears Tom and fromHer ledge moves a little,Sees the river and some grass.He...

    POEMAS DE MICHAEL SPRING Traduzido por Maria João Marques

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    POEMAS DE MICHAEL SPRINGTraduzido por Maria João Marques surrealista no tempo não há mais árvorespara arrancar do seu corpo de cada buraco espreita...

    VISITOR By Jessica Alverson

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    VISITORBy Jessica Alverson The moon is a shadow in the blue sky Grey-white apparition loomingIn darknessIt will be light Same neighborhood walkBuildingsStreetsSidewalk carrier...

    MARKO POGACAR’S POETRY Translated by Andrea Jurjevic

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    Poetry by MARKO POGACARTranslated by Andrea Jurjevic MESNI ROMEO Stajao sam na prozoru golih prsa, vikaovolim ćufte, najviše volim ćufte, dolje je far kaoflak prste kada...

    THE WIDOW’S SON By Sandra Kolankiewicz

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    THE WIDOW’S SONBy Sandra Kolankiewicz  Aunt Ann Even nurses feared her swollen body.The neighbors brought balloonsand left quickly.Each night her husband strolled through the automatic doors,slapping...

    IF THE TRUTH BE SAID By Patrick Erickson

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    IF THE TRUTH BE SAID   Patrick Erickson IF THE TRUTH BE SAID                                                                                             and static arises                                                                                     to cause grievancesamong the several partiesof a multi-party line or if a single beamof...

    TURN AWAY By Andy J Hale

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    TURN AWAYBy Andy J Hale Tears of Stone Arrival in the valley of the sunA bowl of mountains burningA drink of water filled with fireFor my...

    (DIS)AMBIGUATION By Sarah Kohrs

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    (DIS)AMBIGUATION By Sarah Kohrs (DIS)AMBIGUATION It began with                   the forgetting.Sunlight sparked              off keysDangling eye-level           near the door;

    HALF IRON, HALF OAK By Simon Perchik

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    HALF IRON, HALF OAKBy Simon Perchik  *Half iron, half oak, the bedall night honed on what went wrong–it’s an axe, striking upside down though you sleep...

    HIGH PLACE PHENOMENON By Hailey Cragun

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    HIGH PLACE PHENOMENONBy Hailey Cragun High Place Phenomenon Along the red cliff sidewith staggering ten story dropswe cling to a chain, silver and black,its mark worn...