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Poetry - Year III - Number 9 - Volume Two - September 2017

    ICE CREAM TRUCK by Alicia Cole

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         ICE CREAM TRUCKBy Alicia Cole     Ice Cream TruckThe cone is always the cone.The rhyme scheme, the metric oomph:these hold the dripping words.They're always melting.  The sonnet,the sapphic, the prose poem, the cento.Melting into...

    FALLEN SEEDS by Donny Barilla

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    FALLEN SEEDSBy Donny Barilla     Fallen SeedsSweet juices pooled about the floor of my mouth.I snapped the apples skin and felt the floods slap across my tongue.Pulps sauteed the parchment walls of my throatas...

    TAPESTRY by Natasha Zarine

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    TAPESTRYBy Natasha Zarine IncarnaratedClutching the rolls of youDrip latent constellationsEnchained by taboo.But when I howl of pleasureI never think of you. Raping myself, I caressEvery tingling...

    ON THE SANDS OF LIDO by Bob Varghese

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    ON THE SANDS OF LIDOBy B. A. Varghese Knowing It was enoughknowing he was therehis presence like an army of giantsbaritone voices encouragingalong the battle linestrong...

    MORE by Chris Fields

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    MOREBy Christopher Fields      More                                                                                                             Why seek anything morethan a life that slips frictionlessly by?I want more.  I want a life that lashes;I want a life that grinds and scrapes,that prunes away weak piecesexposing lurid...

    LOTUS by Martina Reisz Newberry

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    LOTUSBy Martina Reisz Newberry  LOTUS On the other side of the mountain,my wealthy friend has built a castle.It was a long project but now sits,

    WALKING by Patrick Hurley

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    WALKING…selectionsBy Patrick Hurley #categories collapse in upon themselvesstrange instruments reshapethe structure of space random interpretations of irregularitywill hold meaning ifone seeks it vague...

    BALM by Gale Acuff

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    BALMBy Gale Acuff Balm After Sunday School I came home to sinagain, my folks smoking in the kitchenand gulping Yuban and not even dressedand Father unshaven...

    PLATONIC LOVE by Ray Fenech

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    PLATONIC LOVEBy Raymond Fenech This Will Never happen to me Syndrome There is Christmas, Easter and Valentine but also depressing advertisements about cancer. Outside - the...