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Poetry - Year III - Number 17 - October 2018

    NIGHT: A VISION by Christien Gholson

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    NIGHT: A VISIONby Christien Gholson Transubstantiation 1. Who owns the note to the house? CitiMortgage owns the note. No, it's Freddie Mac. Trace...

    FILE NUMBER THIRTY-ONE by Ken W. Simpson

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    FILE NUMBER THIRTY-ONEby Ken Simpson Drowning Shadows of familiar facesappear in dreamsas memoriesempty of empathybefore disappearing. The Vanity of Disbelief

    IN A PORTUGUESE FIELD by George Moore

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    IN A PORTUGUESE FIELDby George Moore In a Portuguese Field A dolmen by abandoned railsthat cross this terrible, empty fieldin lower Europe, and the gravetoppled sometime...

    LIGHT OF DELIGHT by Catherine Rohsner

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    LIGHT OF DELIGHTby Catherine Rohsner College is where life fantastically bloomsa setting of great expectations, and when you’ve lived it:Immortality, Immaturity—a gathering of the young. Take...

    HAIKU BETWEEN THE EARTH AND THE STARS by David Boyer

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    HAIKU BETWEEN THE EARTH AND THE STARSby David Boyer  Haiku Between the Earth and the Starsmilk splash in coffee the weather report for Jupiterforest at dawn when she lied like a kaleidoscopeto be...

    WHO IS SHE? by Magdalena Garcia

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    WHO IS SHE?by Magdalena Garcia Who Is She Don’t you see that she doesn’t care about you like me but still you love her more than...

    THE DRINKING POEM by Jesse Domingos

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    THE DRINKING POEMby Jesse Domingos What’s In a Name Who was he?The man I am named after, Jesse.A king, a warrior?No, A shepherd...

    LOWER THE BLINDS by Edward Bonner

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    LOWER THE BLINDSby Edward Bonner A faint murmured word spoken with a stunning smile.Like opening your eyes in the early morning and gazing at Jupiter all alone.A surreal glow...

    INTRICATE MEANDERS OF BRITTLE LAND by Eduardo Escalante

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    INTRICATE MEANDERS OF BRITTLE LANDby Eduardo Escalante Episodes to remember How many times do I think I've losta river, culture, language, the sense of the first...

    LONG FORGOTTEN MISERY by Jon Benham

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    LONG FORGOTTEN MISERYby Jon Benham Long forgotten misery. They say,control, control,condone, condone.Maybe then, your progresswill have been shown.Why must the view of window panebe to blame...