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Poetry - Year IV - Number 21 - February 2019

    BUTTON COLLECTION by Howard Winn

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    BUTTON COLLECTIONby Howard Winn   BUTTON COLLECTIONBringing order to our mother’s house,as she sat in her rocking chairwatching a daytime television program,my sister threw out old candy boxescontaining buttons hoardedfrom at least sixty years.They...

    EMILY by Luke Francis Beirne

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    EMILYby Luke Francis Beirne I: Emily, February 14thThe wind started:blowing and gustingacross the ground,fresh snow coveredmost of the red. Frayed strandsof a welcome matpoked through the...

    GERANIUMS by Noel Williams

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    GERANIUMSby Noel Williams A slow approach to Turner in the corner of the gallery This hull emerges dazzlingin the blue blaze of air, breaks througha pulse...

    WOULD THAT… by Margo Poirier

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    WOULD THAT...by Margo Poirier WOULD THAT.....Would that answerscould come withthe same ease as breathingWould that peacecould come withthe same ease as falling asleep.Would that lovecould come withthe same ease...

    THAT OLD BLACK MAGIC by Gary Beck

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    THAT OLD BLACK MAGICby Gary Beck Machine Learning Before a car can drivewithout a human,one must first get behind the wheel.As the driver accelerates,stops and turns...

    LETTER TO A YOUNG POET by Korkut Onaran

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    LETTER TO A YOUNG POETby Korkut Onaran AFFINITIES A starfish lives in a five-hour day,an octopus in October.Words are crawling all over me!‘Cheek’ sits on my...

    NE PLUS ULTRA by John Casey

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    NE PLUS ULTRAby John Casey This That momentYour sweet smileElevated meAsked for nothingWarmed my world-worn heartValidated my existence The honest, nova-bright life of...

    RESURRECTION by Barry Silesky

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    RESSURECTIONby Barry Silesky RESURRECTION A phone call tells me I’m breathing and the world returns.  Isn’t that what they mean by God?  It must be what...

    BUS TO SANTEE, SOUTH CAROLINA by John Horváth

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    BUTTON COLLECTIONby Howard Winn   BUTTON COLLECTIONBringing order to our mother’s house,as she sat in her rocking chairwatching a daytime television program,my sister threw out old candy boxescontaining buttons hoardedfrom at least sixty years.They...

    ETERNAL AND INFINITE by Scott Thomas Outlar

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    ETERNAL AND INFINITEby Scott Thomas Outlar Loki’s Ammunition Sometimes we mustset the book asidefor a moment,exhale a deep breath,and exclaim,“My God, that’s what a poem is!”