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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 the note through the ether and you'll find it's probably in a cloud on...

    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 The lure of lunacybeckons mindsdeprived of honestyexploited by mythsamd liesabout patriotismparadise and pride.

    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 in the first centuryand near the rusted tracksstill ringing with...

    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 your turn and consequences will abound:friendships, hot tea warming hands,plentiful...

    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 as many...

    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 me, how could that be?She shows you no love in...

    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 with seven children.What happen to your sons? Of your daughters?Were you there as they...

    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 filled the heavens from her beauty.An...

    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 spaceand in the right place. Despite the arbitrary questionsof certain...

    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 for our struggle?When it isthe walls who beg to differ.And,...