Poetry - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

    LATE AT NIGHT by Daniel Senser

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    LATE AT NIGHTBy Daniel Senser  Late at Night The clock is drunk and I’m too soberTo sit and listen to it unwind.Each tick and tock of its time pours overLike a wino spilling over the sides.The...

    DAY AT THE BEACH by Debbie Richard

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    DAY AT THE BEACHBy Debbie Richard LuminescenceExuding brilliance, you step into a roomas an actor steps onto a stage,heads turn, instantly drawn to your smile,the tilt of your head, the gracefulway you carry yourself –an...

    THREE POEMS by Tamara Williams

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    THREE POEMSBy Tamara Williams  *** Pain, there are many women who carries your labor.Here are their stories.Cheers to the woman in Black with no strings attached.Your soreness goes where ever you do.You lose yourself in everybody...

    PURGE by Matt Barker

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    PURGEBy Matt Barker Purge Recently, I have been guiltyof leavingthe paper blank a writer is onlyas goodas the ink                    that makes itonto the paper I am scared I might have                                                lost it….. Deposit the day is drowningunable to endurethe unflinching trickle of time writers never...

    RAPTURE OF FUNK by Lenny Lewis

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    THE RAPTURE OF FUNK By Lenny Lewis Two nights before Frediawas due backfrom elective castrationI carried her one-eyedblack dog down the stairs.Both of us soakedin his urine.It was all he could doto stand up. Totteringin circles....

    AT THE BREWERY DOWNTOWN by Hannah Kludy

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    AT THE BREWERY DOWNTOWNBy Hannah Kludy  Martyr has six definitions on Dictionary.comFire never looked so sinister to me, a moth in North America. We speak of martyrs as though they are brave for dying when...

    LEAPING WITH YOUR LEGS LOCKED by Don McLeod

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    LEAPING WITH YOUR LEGS LOCKEDBy Don McLeod                                                                                                                Excerpt from the full-length poetry book (Leaping With Your Legs Locked) Leaping With Your Legs Locked(section 4) the retarded boy down the streetsaid hey I want to be somebodyI knew what...

    ON VIEWING THE CORPSE OF MY MOTHER-IN-LAW by Nolo Segundo

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    ON VIEWING THE CORPSE OF MY MOTHER-IN-LAW By Nolo Segundo How could this –thing, have been her?Lying shriveled and small on the bedAs those who loved (and feared) herGathered in the bereft hospital roomTo let their...

    WHEN YOU WERE BORN by Colin Dodds

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    WHEN YOU WERE BORNBy Colin Dodds     Cardiopolis Floating through the worlddispensing permissionunknowinglyCranes raise houses, office boxesbivouacs for a war not yet agreed uponBuildings like the stock exchangeblossom in the snowAt midday in midtowntowers pose for their...

    INVITATION by Gloria Monaghan

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    INVITATIONBy Gloria Monaghan Invitation The road is waiting for you to walkinto the open air into the slightly grey day with the sliver of sun just over the clouds orange and unpredictable we are in God’s way each of us golden and...