Home Poetry - Year IV - Number 20 - January 2019

Poetry - Year IV - Number 20 - January 2019

    EYELASH by Glen Armstrong

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    EYELASHby Glen Armstrong   Eyelash It is not strange enough.Nor beautiful enough to discuss.At length in the museum’s coffee shop.I’m remembering it differently.The bees both threaten.                                                                     And reinvigorate the landscape.The sky looks like paper.Another skinny girl.Makes a wish...

    KELP LASER by Daniel King

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    KELP LASERby Daniel King Anyon Ethos So I will Preserve; so I will DestroyAn anyon is my soul; and as a boyHoneyed is your clayMy plan is advancing dharmaThose times I am hailed as Rama. Pray. So...

    ILLUMINATING POETRY by Judith Simon Prager

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    ILLUMINATING POETRYby Judith Simon Prager Illuminating Poetry A candle, held up to the unknown          to fathom, or to pray against, what darkness holds.A lighthouse searchlight,          reaching out to assess the terrain          and find, in all that is, the similars...

    BEFORE THE INK WAS DRY by Kevin Keane

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    BEFORE THE INK WAS DRYby Kevin Keane Before The Ink Was Dry He would take a razor blade from his desk and a make little slitOn his hand and use it as an inkwellThen signed the...

    NEW WORLD by Doug Sutton-Ramspeck

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    OLD SALTby Christina Petrides Old Salt Flushed from alcohol, wind and weather,And grooved from age,The woman clutches her fishing rod and glares at the sea.It twinkles back at herAnd crashes unconcerned into the rocks below. Barista There’s a...

    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 Icrammed into the singlespace and...

    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 of sand and boulders, limbs and brush. It appeared to...

    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, Your voice is a rumor in the smog the semi-circleof tourists dangle their feet into. The...

    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 songs of jesus,of better days, and inheritance. His name pressed to...

    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 the sky of her longing forThe sightHimInside—the inside of herGrowing upon t he sight...