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Poetry - Year IV - Number 23 - April 2019

    GRANITE by Elizabeth Spragins

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    GRANITEby Elizabeth Spragins Granite a stream of pebblestrickles down the fractured face—rivulets of raintug an acorn from its tombdeep within the wrinkled rocks

    ALIVE DAY by Ashley Ener

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    ALIVE DAYby Ashley Ener   ALIVE DAY You don’t know you’re in something till it’s overYou don’t know you’ve made an impact till it’s pastEver changingEver stillOne minute you’re sixteen wanting to make a differenceThe...

    INTO THE BLIZZARD by Kathy Robertson

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    INTO THE BLIZZARDby Kathy Robertson Fall Festivities During our annual drivewe rediscoverthe buttery meadowsmeandering amongstNiagara Escarpment bluffsdecked in colourful coatsof the season burgundy,gold, scarlet, plum—as sun’s...

    HONEY JARS II by Allie Rigby

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    HONEY JARS IIby Allie Rigby Bones Where I am from, women have brokenfingernails that dig in the dirtlike badgers, looking for bones. Bonesmean yes, a lovely...

    IN ANOTHER MAN’S POEM by Gordon Roberts

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    IN ANOTHER MAN'S POEMby Gordon Roberts After the Service                     for RudianneAfter the serviceAfter the prayersAfter the family gatheringGoing through his stuffMy sister shows meHis All-Star Cons in blue suedeHis feet...

    I AM AN AFRICAN by Okoli Stephen

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    I AM AN AFRICANby Okoli Stephen    I AM AN AFRICANI am an African,Not blackI'm dark, with bright brilliant colourBold and strongGiftedTalentedAnd craftyDark I amNot blackSo, don't pity meI am an AfricanNot a monkeyMy...

    OPEN BOOK by Dominique Williams

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    OPEN BOOKby Dominique Williams The Consequences of a Dream A bitter truth wrapped in translucenceA fervent hope dashed upon consciousnessA trip to UtopiaA descent into Hell

    SONATA by Trivarna Hariharan

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    SONATAby Trivarna Hariharan LullabyListeningto our river’s old flow—I make peace with myself. SonataWhat shall fillthe absence ofthe flowers thathave fallen fromour Kadamba? ReflectionIn...

    NOTHING LEFT TO SAY by George Freek

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    NOTHING LEFT TO SAYby George Freek THE DEAD (After Mei Yao Chen) A sultry breeze weakens,as the dying sunfalls like a ball of lead.A raven searches...

    CERTAIN THINGS by Steven Lebow

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    CERTAIN THINGSby Steve Lebow I. Today is Tuesday.I have begun to think aboutcertain things. Women, wearing tight skirts,pass me by. I make asidesthey...