Home Poetry - Year IV - Number 20 - January 2019

Poetry - Year IV - Number 20 - January 2019

    PARISIAN PHOTO BOOTH by Mary Shanley

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    PARISIAN PHOTO BOOTHby Mary Shanley Parisian Photo BoothIn the metro station,she was playing a sawlike it was a cello. It sounded like a theramin.The photo booth wasjust feet away.  Lisa...

    AND SO I BELIEVE by Clark Holtzman

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    AND SO I BELIEVEby Clark Holtzman And So I Believe A stranger stood next to me at the city zoo. I had stopped at an exhibit...

    CITADEL by Keith Carver

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    CITADELby Keith Carver CITADEL You teeter on the wall, that thatthat keeps the ancient world ancient, and talkas though to rid yourself of helium,

    SUNDAY COMING DOWN by Jamel Hall

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    SUNDAY COMING DOWNby Jamel Hall Sunday Coming Down The slight shudder of newspaperadds accents to the commercial break.My mother in her meekest vestmentspaces the house singing...

    MANOR by Ann Pedone

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    MANORby Ann Pedone Manor Particles of lightStrain to the seenIn the shadows of his heart. He knows her faceTaqstes her lips—Sun wrenched in...

    ART by Aditya Shankar

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    ARTby Aditya Shankar Art A birdwove its nesttirelessly withbeak and wing,twig and grass,tweet and silence, deepinside the forest.

    BUDDY by Jonathan Andrew Perez

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    BUDDYby Jonathan Andrew Perez Burn, Barn, Burn What remained couldn’t be salvaged from the shipwreck of my immobility.Climate change. Father warned me don’t dive deep:Wake before...

    I BARELY ESCAPED WITH MY LIFE by Louis Gallo

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    I BARELY ESCAPED WITH MY LIFEby Louis Gallo “I BARELY ESCAPED WITH MY LIFE” The lacquered reporters declare another miracleas we now deem the merest rosy...

    OUT OF BED by Penney Knightly

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    OUT OF BEDby Penney Knightly Out of Bed Slow to serenade, wispy, extendingarms and legs, a jungle heap.Moss-fern overgrowth.Dew on cheeks and inner limbs,I blush in...

    I DO NOT LIE IN ’T, YET IT IS MINE by Dane Myers

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    I DO NOT LIE IN’T, YET IT IS MINEby Dane Myers If my dead grandpa, a kindly and devoted Republican farmer, were to visit the living   he’d first ask about...