Home Poetry - Year III - Number 16 - September 2018

Poetry - Year III - Number 16 - September 2018

    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...

    RENAMED by Tom Laichas

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    RENAMED by Tom Laichas  At the Edge of Air When the newborn inhales the Breath, flesh and clay still comingle.Between earth and this...

    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...

    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...

    LEMONS FOR CLARA by Leslie Philibert

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    LEMONS FOR KLARAby Leslie Philibert  Lemons for Klara for Klara Grünzweig 1957-2016 drops of river or ice patches;all of this without your noticebut...

    NEW TESTAMENT by George Held

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    NEW TESTAMENTby George Held  New Testament And the land shall open like a giant vaginaallowing the re-birth channel to swallowall the detritus of our sick civilization...

    ROAD TRIP by Sarah Sherwood

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    ROAD TRIPby Sarah Sherwood A Wild Place I come from a place quite untouched by fame,Where waters flow, quiet and pure.In this place, there’s no conquest...

    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...

    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...

    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...