Home Poetry - Year IV - Number 22 - March 2019

Poetry - Year IV - Number 22 - March 2019

    ABSENT, NOT GONE by Timothy Robbins

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    ABSENT, NOT GONEby Timothy Robbins   Absent, Not GoneI don’t expect to miss you but I dotonight or rather this dark morningproofing these lines by TV light.Gone — let’s say absent, (the absence of an...

    THE WAY THROUGH THE WOODS by Abigail George

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    THE WAY THROUGH THE WOODSby Abigail George Drowning while standing at the water’s edge(for the Dutch poet Joop Bersee)     Leave the light on. Let it...

    A VOICE IN THE WILDERNESS by Daniel Miess

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    A VOICE IN THE WILDERNESSby Daniel Miess A Voice in the Wilderness This silence in me is vast; notan abyss; empty yet not empty.

    THE SEASON OF THE PARASITES by Slade Woodward

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    THE SEASON OF THE PARASITESby Slade Woodward “Untitled” I can see the neon sandglow with every step taken.The ground pulseswith music unheard,with time unfocused.

    TOP OF THE CYCLONE by Lenny Lewis

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    TOP OF THE CYCLONEby Lenny Lewis                                                    TOP OF THE CYCLONE                                              Fourteen years in the system                                             is no fun. Said Good-bye to Comstock                                             didn't look...

    TRANSFORMATION by Stephanie V Sears

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    TRANSFORMATIONby Stephanie V Sears The shadow of a storm I advise you to sit still at this timecat-like patient but alerta secret even to yourselfserved hand...

    GOING, GONE by Doug Bolling

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    GOING, GONEby Doug Bolling          Terret 9 The spillage of itold news creeping, creeping. The cat face of time,the hours before,behind.

    PASSION by Rachel Fox

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    PASSIONby Rachel Fox “Passion”                               She skips through a patch of sunflowers                  And gently brushes the petals through her pale fingers                       The pleasant stench of her peach perfume lingers                    ...

    I FORGOT TO GO BACK by Jason Joyce

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    I FORGOT TO GO BACKby Jason Joyce French Peroxide Bottom of my belly, a mortar, dusty past lives, lukewarm  remnants, passed-over, synthetic  sandwich pestilence   But bottom lines say take...

    THE LAND BETWEEN by Brandon Marlon

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    THE LAND BETWEENby Brandon Marlon The Land Between Once the country of our defeat,now a liminal ecotone, zone of our appreciation,an abundant overlap blendingCanadian Shield with...