Home Poetry - Year III - Number 13 - May 2018

Poetry - Year III - Number 13 - May 2018

    A DUAL PERSPECTIVE by Patrick Erickson

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    A DUAL PERSPECTIVEBy Patrick Erickson   A DUAL PERSPECTIVEDoes the edge of gloryreally work?Are you skittish?Are you skirtingthe edgewalking the walktoeing the line?Does it glowlike the glowwormlike its doubleits wormholeits twinlike those lighting stripsthat...

    AS MEN by Talon Florig

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    AS MENBy Talon Florig As MenAs men we are taught that a woman’s walls are to be conquered, their gates to be crashed. We learn that only in the...

    SUNRISE KID by Ross Jackson

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    SUNRISE KIDBy Ross Jackson Sunrise kid his line of sight between smooth creamvee of sugar gum’s double trunkwhiskers sprout radii of goldfrom puckered areola of sunpulls...

    STRANGERS ON A TRAIN by James K. Zimmerman

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    STRANGERS ON A TRAINBy James K. Zimmerman Midflight that old manbecause he can'tget his bag downfrom the overhead bin because he can'tunzip it...

    AND THE WIND by Kevin Gillam

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    AND THE WINDBy Kevin Gillam and the wind the wind blew through us. we were small thatday, there and not. sea was scuffed, frothed, whipped,

    MY PANTRY by Rikki Santer

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    MY PANTRYBy Rikki Santer My Pantry Crowded with shelves it knows how to shelvecanisters of worry that pretend to be hermetic and brave....

    LUST by Stephanie Daich

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    LUSTBy Stephanie Daich Where’s Daddy “Where’s daddy,” his daughter cries through the night.“Where’s daddy,” his precious cries at first light.He had been there so often to...

    OPEN UP by Roger Singer

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    OPEN UPBy Roger Singer OPEN UP  There was an unwillingnessof movement.A stretch like tree topsin a tempest.A few indistinguishable wordsslipped clumsily into the air.The visions were intangible;the onesyou think you...

    NAVEL by Edward Lee

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    NAVELBy Edward Lee MOURNING The trees outside my windoware weeping leaves,not in sympathyto the pain in my heartat your sharp sudden absence,but simply becauseautumn has fallen.

    A SONNET TO MY HUSBAND by Cassidy Manley

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    A SONNET TO MY HUSBANDBy Cassidy Manley  A Cancer Poem He died on a September dayBut you could sayHe died all yearOr forty sixIt rises from...