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Poetry - Year IV - Number 24 - May 2019

    DIVINE by John Raffetto

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    DIVINEby John Raffetto    A LATE FATESeas fossilize into parched buttestrapped shellfishanthropoids in dark matter.Time did not freezeas massive ice balland volcanoesmerge into passive resistancepush and pullon earth axis.The bacteria count is one.A...

    NOT A PRAYER by Diana Anhalt

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    NOT A PRAYERby Diana Anhalt  For Ethel Figueroa, the Librarian, My Heroine, who lets me hide in the library— closed for recess—when girls in patent leather,...

    WORDS UNSPOKEN by Kimberly Crocker

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    WORDS UNSPOKENby Kimberly Crocker     Words Unspoken            By Kimberly Crocker She dissolved from the feet up,vanishing in surreptitious bites like thosetaken by children when no one...

    PABLO PICASSO by Richard Weaver

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    Walker Percy She was always fun. No one knew her otherwise. At least those of us ...

    ANNIVERSARY by Cathryn Essinger

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    ANNIVERSARYby Cathryn Essinger Anniversary The Harvest Moon rising frombehind the strip mall appears tetheredto the horizon, but soon it will clearthe radio tower on the far...

    WHITE CAKE by Annie Schumacher

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    WHITE CAKEby Annie Schumacher   White Cake I don’t remember the taste of my wedding cake.Afterwards, we froze the top tier in mom’s garageto eat in...

    FINGER BY FINGER by Ashley Green

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    FINGER BY FINGERby Ashley Green     Phantom I She knew something I didn’t,pale with untold prophecyand horror.You’ll stop loving me, she saidand her dilated gazeswam in...

    ASK A CHILD, ASK A BUTTERFLY by Megha Sood

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    ASK A CHILD, ASK A BUTTERFLYby Megha Sood Like an open scarred river This cystic undulating pain speaks for itselfborn out of the muted death, it...

    THE DOORS by Kevin Cahill

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    THE DOORSby Kevin Cahill      The Doors                                                                                       Amid a bust-up of bell-bottoms and police-dogsand a flashing skink undoing himself in view,                    the song starts. Keeps in the hand for a minute,                                 composing itself, wiggling, disbanding into...

    COME THE COMET by Jeremy Gadd

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    COME TO ME AND LET ME HOLD YOUby Olivia Du Pont    Come to me and let me hold youIn the dead of night where voices are hushedBreathe life into the night,For you are...