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Poetry - Year III - Number 10 - November 2017

    LEAVE by Katie Predick

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    LEAVEBy Katie Predick  The Physics of Loss I thought of you todayin the grocery store. It is strawberry season and a bounty of bright red fruit was piled...

    WINTER’S TALE by Timothy Robbins

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    WINTER’S TALEBy Timothy Robbins  Wichita7 miles above Wichita,19 years from Julie saying,“If he breaks your heart,he’s dead meat.” And methinking, “Who eatsmy heart, eats lean meat.”How to convert years tomiles? The equation is...

    BEAR MARKET by Francisco Mejia

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    BEAR MARKETBy Francisco Mejia TRAJECTORY TO LOMBARDI’S, 1905 King Darius’ armies baked your ancestors upon their shields,mouths reeking of cheese while suppressingBabylonian revoltsand Nebuchadnezzar III.

    DESPERATE SEEKER by Gary Beck

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    DESPERATE SEEKERBy Gary Beck Misstep For thousands of yearsman's biggest challengewas a steady food supply,energy exertedto feed family.Then profit reared its headawakening the insecureto paths of...

    EMPTY HOLLOW HEARTS by George Gad Economou

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    EMPTY HOLLOW HEARTSBy George Gad Economou Empty, Hollow Hearts all you've ever neededwas to get out of the rain;silent moments in the storm,stars making grand promisesto...

    THE LION by Lowell Jaeger

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    THE LIONBy Lowell Jaeger The Lion While huffing my way up switchbacksof a treeless rocky trail, I’ve sensedthe presence of something watching.I’ve stopped, held still in...

    SOMEONE ELSE Jean Berrett

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    SOMEONE ELSEBy Jean Berrett  SOMEONE ELSE Words like forever or never are not enough.The tiny animal who left tracks in patches of snowover a quarter mile...

    MAPLE SAP AND SKIN HUNGER by Adrian Slonaker

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    MAPLE SAP AND SKIN HUNGERBy Adrian Slonaker Discovery in the Stacks A tawny art textbook last loanedforty-five years earliersat like a hardcover wallflower inthe vastness of...

    ABOUT PATIENCE by Glen Sorestad

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    ABOUT PATIENCEBy Glen Sorestad  Crow Ruckus As we near one of the crescent condos, the black racketgrows in intensity. Since it’s Sunday morning, I aminclined to...

    FIVE CITY POETS FROM A CENTURY AGO by William Ruleman

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    FIVE CITY POETS FROM A CENTURY AGOTranslated by William Ruleman THE CITY’S GODBy Georg Heym He squats on a block of houses, black in mood.The winds...