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Poetry - Year III - Number 18 - November 2018

    AMERICA by Ken W. Simpson

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    AMERICABy Ken W. Simpson File number thirty-eight America The land of the freea paradoxwhere hypocriteswithout ethicsor moral principlesembraced by hateare programmedto cheat the...

    LOVED LETTER by Thea Tomaini

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    LOVED LETTERBy Thea Tomaini Loved Letter A letter sent from a long-lost loverOpened with much hesitation trepidationUnfolding it in thirds and turning it overReveals the paper...

    THE PERFECT POEM by JR Solonche

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    THE PERFECT POEMBy JR Solonche SONNET X X is the first letter of the fewest words, onereason why X is my favorite letter.X is a person,...

    MIND OF A BOY by Jhier Wells

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    MIND OF A BOYBy Jhier Wells Mind of a Boy When I was a boysummers were waves waitingto carry me to the ocean’s center.When I was...

    REFLECTION by Louise Lever

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    REFLECTIONBy Louise Lever Reflection The blended-up shocking-pink skinsOf a handful of frozen cranberries from the USA mixedWith a frozen skinless banana driesOn the sides of my...

    ONION by Amanda Leigh

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    ONIONBy Amanda Leigh OnionIf I peel off your layers like an onion,Will I find the ripe in you?Are you somewhere down under,Holding an abeyance of the truth?Your mind is...

    SIMULTANEOUS WORLDS by Mark Hurtubise

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    SIMULTANEOUS WORLDSBy Mark Hurtubise Momentary Tree Visit Oak -  holder of leaf nations,passageway for squirrels,jay and crow scribe. From its...

    HERE FOR THE FOOD by Tim Wenzell

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    HERE FOR THE FOODBy Tim Wenzell Shoes (Global Warming Version) A true woman evacuates with her shoesand makes certain that all of them,wrapped in garbage bags,fill...

    AFTER HIS TOUCH by Leanne Talavera

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    AFTER HIS TOUCHBy Leanne Talavera After His Touch That’s how they’ll get you, throughyour eyes. It’s your eyesthat will cradle flickering irises. Thatwill swim in white...

    FIREHOUSE BABY by Austen Roye

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    FIREHOUSE BABYBy Austen Roye 1. hang in there my springboard is a type ofsocial solitudepublicly isolated with head downin plain sight.managed two maybe threehours of sleep...