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Poetry - Year IV - Number 23 - April 2019

    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...

    IN THIS GREAT AND COMPLEX WORLD by Carla Carlson

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        IN THIS GREAT AND COMPLEX WORLDby Carla Carlson   GREETING THE BUSINESSMAN AFTER INDIA I have no sayover the sky’sgrey determinations.My husband drivesa motorized toothbrushinto his mouth.He’s still jet-lagged.A problem is a thingone must change.A...

    SHE IS A WOMAN by James Evan Gates

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    SHE IS A WOMANby James Evan Gates ImpermanenceStop what you are doing and take a nap.Your bed is calling. The rain is falling.Our long and arduous expedition has come...

    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...

    WHISPERS by Makayla Minnich

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    WHISPERSby Makayla Minnich Whispers When I am still, I start to think,And thinking rarely serves me well.My mind recalls hurt feelings, fear,And empty threats on which...

    Selections from CALL ME ISHMAEL’S APPRENTICE by Eileen Flaxman

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    Selections fromCALL ME ISHMAEL’S APPRENTICEby Eileen Flaxman Certaintyis thy savior.In this storm–tossed,tumultuous world,with death to our leftand our right,we look to TheeWho never waversWhose word is law andWhose punishment...

    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

    TEENAGE ANGST by Omar Reyes

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        TEENAGE ANGSTby Omar Reyes   Teenage Angsti was never really in lovei was only sleepwalking with a loaded gun aimed at your forehead15 miles away comfortably decaying on an empty twin bed covered in batman sheets listening to my favorite band singing about broken body...

    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...

    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...