Home Poetry - Year III - Number 16 - September 2018

Poetry - Year III - Number 16 - September 2018

    NEWTON’S LAW by Lenny Lewis

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    NEWTON'S LAWBy Lenny Lewis  He'd been raped in Tripoliso he said. Hosted a parasite.Given it to her without asking.She sported a livid scarwhere the worm had turned.

    COMFORT IN A THEORY by Mark Taksa

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    COMFORT IN A THEORYby Mark Taksa Comfort in a Theory The watering can I hold over a daisyis dry. Waiting for my neighbor to appearin her...

    IT’S THAT KIND OF DARK by Kate LaDew

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    IT’S THAT KIND OF DARKby Kate LaDew  it’s that kind of dark exactly like in those silent films, when the man tenderly puts his arm around...

    JANUARY by Laura Foley

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    JANUARYby Laura Foley    JanuaryA blizzard of cyclone-cold windwhips snow in Elysian driftsaround Stygian pines,builds fantastical walls around the house,turns familiar woods otherworldly,provides a world of reasons to stay inside,as the finches at the...

    IDENTITY by Jan Wiezorek

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         IDENTITYby Jan Wiezorek   IdentityWho knows that he’sa young male,though all muscleand inbred so muchas to make problemsmanaging identity.He hears tree frogsclick open the legs   of a wetland.No one hearsthe swan unfolding her neckagainst...

    SYNTHESIS by Tucker Lux

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         SYNTHESISby Tucker Lux   SYNTHESISIt can happen anywhereall at once.Memories bringtrees to applausecooling, brushing skinenvelopinvade.Summer’s first whisperbrings allwayward ghosts homefrom haunting the scentI trail.Medicine for a fractured heart,split so many waysMidwestern airprairie sweet.If I...

    THE RIVER IN SUMMER by Iain Twiddy

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         THE RIVER IN SUMMERby Iain Twiddy    Leaf-fallsThe trees are squandering their leaves,crisp red and gold notes, thin as smoke,backed by a huge blue bank of sky.They pile up, add to the childish stashI...

    NEGLECT by Katherine Carlman

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    NEGLECTby Katherine Carlman     My goodness ... the ache of it     Little breaths, shallow thingsLike those tiny puddlesWe used to avoid after a quick rain.There’s not enough oxygen.The air has gotten thin(Or my lungs have...

    THIS IS MY EVENING by Diarmuid ó Maolalai

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    THIS IS MY EVENINGby Diarmuid ó Maolalai Israel and Palestine. I had put the goldfishin a small tank by the windowand had named them(some joke)Israel and...

    STEEL PROPHET by Jonathan DeCoteau

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    STEEL PROPHETby Jonathan DeCoteau  Steel Prophet The split-second cleaving of foliage—gauntFrom the haunches of marauding night—peeks through, with lead-tongued pantingAnd black crescent eyes:It is a baby...