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Poetry - Year II - Number 8 - July 2017

    SHUDDER, By Dustin Pickering

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    SHUDDERBy Dustin Pickering  Shudder Love, shudder and face me:look at these cold, keen eyesand terrify them.Make sound into lightand drive each fault down harder into my...

    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...

    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...

    LIVE LIFE BECAUSE By Samantha Kriney

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    LIVE LIFE BECAUSEBy Samantha Kriney You Were the Start, the Peace, My First Years                                    --after Barry White My feet loved the touch of my mother’s womb until...

    THE ASIAN SHOPKEEPER By Kay Merkel Boruff

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    THE ASIAN SHOPKEEPERBy Kay Merkel Boruff  The Asian Shopkeeper My eyes adjust to the darkness,a darkness crowded with antiques splayed in discord.Candles silhouette artists’ legacies rendered...

    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...

    WITH HER By Judah Cricelli

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    WITH HERBy Judah Cricelli  Three is few,One is two, Her crease, and hue,The halogen flickers when I amWith her.Drips with dew,Mud-freckled shoe,Scuffed knees, hers too, The playground goes silent when I...

    HOMAGE TO ORWELL By Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo

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    HOMAGE TO ORWELLBy Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo Homage to Orwell,           surrounded by slot machines,in the main hall(perhaps the Tanjiers?)by the penultimateof our national heroes,perfect for adults and...

    NOW I SEE, By Mignon Ariel King

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    NOW I SEEBy Mignon Ariel King Chifforobe Daddy had one, so when its three tones of art-deco woodcreaked open on tiny black hinges to emit a...

    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...