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Poetry - Year III - Number 19 - December 2018

    WIRED by Michael Milburn

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    WIREDby Michael Milburn WIRED He’s quick to find thingswrong about himself,or makes them upto feed his insecurity, sees flaws in peoplethey seem not to see,and wonders if a setlike that exists in him. He wants to know those...

    TENDER WORDS by Dayna Lellis

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    TENDER WORDSby Dayna Lellis   Shroud of StubbornnessThe quicksand is devouring her.She’s struggling, sobbing for help.I rush to pull her to safety.She refuses to take my rope.I scramble to find other options.I offer her rope after...

    DREAM PARK by Dominique Williams

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    DREAM PARKby Dominique Williams   Dream ParkIn my tour of the vast and endless city of exquisite white marble and verdant green grass, I came upon a corner which led to a dead end. With my...

    POND FROG by Dr. Nathanael O’Reilly

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    POND FROGby Nathanael O'Reilly Pond Frog a young frog makes her homein the backyard pond beneath the stone water featureunaware that every summer for the past five years anotherfrog has lived in the same pond until consecutive hundred-degreedays heat...

    THREE SEASONS by A.R. Francis

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    THREE SEASONSby A.R. Francis Three seasons Three seasons have passedSince I knew youSince I knew the way your scarfFell across your shoulderOr the way you sipped your teaFrom that chipped cupOn Spring Street And one day we'll...

    RHINOCEROS by Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo

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    RHINOCEROSby Thomas Sanchez Hidalgo It’s four a.m. I have serious problems. And a Magnum in my pocket. Minutes later, dozens of crows, over a crowd of scrapyard parts (near the shoulder), take flight at our...

    I STAND IN WATER by Keith Hoerner

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    I STAND IN WATERby Keith Hoerner I stand in water. It sloshes ’round my scuffed black leather wingtips, laps up the ankles of my rumpled dress slacks, turns khaki to the color of murky brown. Onlookers...

    ON MY FLIGHT TO NEW YORK (REMEMBERING MY DEAR MOTHER) by Dr. Raymond Fenech

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    ON MY FLIGHT TO NEW YORK(REMEMBERING MY DEAR MOTHER)by Dr. Raymond Fenech I don’t think I’ll ever be closer to you as I am nowAs I fly on this plane and look out into the...

    ALEX ON HIS GUITAR by Linda Barrett

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    ALEX ON HIS GUITARby Linda Barrett Alex on His Guitar@2016 Linda BarrettHe got it as a gift from his fatherOn Christmas EveThe acoustic guitar of deep mahoganyCost around $500But the owner put it on saleAt...

    AND THE WINDOW IS SMALLER by Hannah Paige

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        AND THE WINDOW IS SMALLERby Hannah Paige  Dear Staples, here are your rubber bands backDeteriorating love is a funny thing.You build up this glowing mass of memories and emotions.It’s a warm rubber band ball orb...