Home Poetry - Year III - Number 17 - October 2018

Poetry - Year III - Number 17 - October 2018

    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...

    INVENTING GOD by Mark Burke

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    INVENTING GODby Mark Burke INVENTING GOD Who was the first to speak out loud,call to the sky, invent a namefor the lord of light?Was she in...

    SELF-BOUND by Clara Leo

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    SELF-BOUNDby Clara Leo Do You Feel That? Do you feel that?That’s how it feels to be corporeal and temporal,To have your soul picked among the billions,More...

    REDGATE by Robert Wood

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    REDGATEby Robert Wood REDGATE Where carrots and cabbagesand ships hauled over sand and sound where they remarked thatthe colour was always green, somehow,...

    SAND CRABS by Melinda Giordano

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    SAND CRABSby Melinda Giordano Sand Crabs The salt-sparkled sandDrummed with lifeBeneath the yielding crust.And the caverns and tunnels,Blind and subterranean,Hid from the inconvenient seaThat drew closer With...

    BELLE VOIR by Marc Carver

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    BELLE VOIRby Marc Carver BELLE VOIR As we sat in the restaurantone of the woman who worked in the restaurant cameand sat opposite me for a...

    PLEASURES OF THE STREET by R.T. Castleberry

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    PLEASURES OF THE STREETby R.T. Castleberry  PLEASURES OF THE STREETStanding in the doorwaytrying to make outwho’s crying in the flamesSister says it’s redhead Judasshe can place it in the Holy WordSheriff leans from...

    YOU HAD ME AT GOODBYE by Alan Berger

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    YOU HAD ME AT GOODBYEby Alan Berger All the things you left behind.Your toothbrush, your pillow, where you would rest your restless mind.The book you wrote and read out...