Home Poetry - Year IV - Number 20 - January 2019

Poetry - Year IV - Number 20 - January 2019

    WHAT XERO OFFERS by Mark Young

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    WHAT XERO OFFERSby Mark Young What Xero offers The leading online storage &file delivery service is enviedfor her use of the tropes she keeps in a secret...

    BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS by Emily Brummett

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    BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTSby Emily Brummett Boston, Massachusetts: she steps off a twelve-hour ridenext to a stranger-whose shuffled music playlistand snoresdidn’t know personal space. Footfalls...

    SLICK by Mia Condic

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    SLICKby Mia Condic #1SLICKI knew a guy in collegehe listened only to classical musica psychology studentyou could tell he was destined for a future inphilosophical monologuesthe way he orchestrated...

    ORANGE CAT by Mark Jamieson

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    ORANGE CATby Mark Jamieson   She Could BeShe would be the proof in the pudding,Once beyond the should not or shoulding.Ever always, that one stitch in time,Willing and able, to save other nine.Her manner,...

    OUT OF THE BLUE IS TRUE by Tim Suermondt

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    OUT OF THE BLUE IS TRUEby Tim Suermondt   DEAUVILLE The morning comes like movie stars,movie stars in sailboats. I’m no star in any...

    TALK RADIO by Sugar Tobey

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    TALK RADIOby Sugar Tobey Tang Dynasty Poem She looks twenty but she’s abouttwelve hundred years old nowthe tang dynasty was a long time ago

    HOPES by Alexa Tirapelli

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    HOPESby Alexa Tirapelli “Hopes”His name was Bud Hopes, or Lou –something like that, or what-have-you.They found his journal in an abandoned barnamong dusty knick-knacks and next to his body,to...

    CHARLEY BOND by William Schoedel

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    CHARLEY BONDby William Schoedel He came upon me suddenlyBefore I could retreatHis long lean figureWrapped in an abused overlong grey coatWith a shock of nearly pure white hairTumbling from...

    OLD SALT by Christina Petrides

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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...

    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...