Home Poetry - Year IV - Number 22 - March 2019

Poetry - Year IV - Number 22 - March 2019

    THE BEAUTIFUL DAY by Karen Schnurstein

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    THE BEAUTIFUL DAYby Karen Schnurstein Invitation to the Man I LoveAfter Elizabeth Bishop’s “Invitation to Miss Marianne Moore” From that formidable historic downtown building of yours,...

    THE WATER BUG by Luba Ostashevsky

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    THE WATER BUGby Luba Ostashevsky   The Water bugA large water bug lay at the entrance to the kitchen.Its tentacles pointed up.The sloped roof of its home was a boat run aground on the...

    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...

    SAUCER OF STARLIGHT by Bobbi Sinha-Morey

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        SAUCER OF STARLIGHTby Bobbi Sinha-Morey   Saucer of StarlightThe woman with dementiadoesn't come out to sit in herpatio anymore and her windchimes no longer caressed bythe wind have lost their sound;the only spark of...

    SOMETHING IN THE WATER by Don Thompson

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    SOMETHING IN THE WATERby Don Thompson Famous Fathers(Theodore Roosevelt III) Some sons are born into ghostliness,never quite there—unnoticed,haunting the dark cornersof their father’s repute.Their complaints seem...

    IN HIGH SCHOOL by Ron Riekki

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    IN HIGH SCHOOLby Ron Riekki             In High School, We Tried to Light Each Other on Fire We didn’t want to end lives, but rather to...

    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...

    THE TWO OF US by Victor Pambuccian

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    THE TWO OF USby Victor Pambuccian the two of us since our common silencehappens in timewe are one day drownedby the implacable advanceof that circular motionits...

    SWIMMING WITH PICASSO by Mike Jurkovic

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    SWIMMING WITH PICASSOBy Mike Jurkovic We Will Judge Angels We will judge angelsand consider ourselvesthe best among them.Lengthening the ruse of yearsby that much more,that much...

    TWELVE O’CLOCK HIGH by Duane Anderson

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    TWELVE O'CLOCK HIGHBy Duane Anderson Detective Skills I was about to ask her if she was donating todaysince she had done so previously at thepast two...