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Poetry - Year III - Number 10 - November 2017

    THE FORREST by Omar Alexandre

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    THE FORRESTBy Omar Alexandre you can look and you can touch a guy gave me head todayand my next door neighbor saw us

    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.

    TRANSCRIPT by Mark Young

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    TRANSCRIPTBy Mark Young A line from Ada Lovelace (2) The way he ties his ties waytoo long is a science of itself,like hoisin sauce or miso....

    BARE HYMN by Seth Jani

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    BARE HYMNBy Seth Jani  Mountain Pass I erased myself so I could learnThe inner life of things.This river has a name,But it’s not the one we...

    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...

    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...

    SOME NIGHTS by Dianne Moritz

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    SOME NIGHTSBy Dianne Moritz SIX Teasing the dogBack behindThe chicken yardTo distract myselfFrom loneliness,Stench of the farm,Uncle’s mongrel seizedMy thin wrist and bit.My cries were smotheredIn...

    ORIGAMI AND SWEATERS by Kennie Romero

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    ORIGAMI AND SWEATERSBy Kennie Romero Yextla, 1970 Once upon a timeYear 1970, in a Mexicanvillage tucked in the foldsof corn and poppy fields,abuelito threatened a witchfor...

    BRAVO OU MANSO de Pierre Sotér

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    BRAVO OU MANSOde Pierre Sotér     Full MoonOctober third, two thousand seventeen,the air is fresh and clean, the Moon is full,I look at it, I’d like to fill its pullwhile I see it’s light...

    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...