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Poetry - Year IV - Number 25 - June 2019

    APRIL CHILDREN by Kevin Keane

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    APRIL CHILDREN by Kevin Keane Unsuccessful Death The crossbow above her fireplaceWas to me a precious symbol of her glowing in disguiseHer persistent beauty carved heavy images into my mindShe held me with cold finger tipsWrenching from...

    THE STATE OF AFFAIRS by Douglas Polk

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    THE STATE OF AFFAIRS by Douglas Polk The State of Affairsignorance now,the reality,yet knowledge accumulated,easily and endlessly,everyday,on the web,yet surprisingly,isolated,the process of thought atrophies,while interaction becomes more difficult,with each passing day,more like a herd of sheep,or...

    THE HUMAN SPIRIT by Diarmuid ó Maolalaí

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    THE HUMAN SPIRIT by Diarmuid o Maolalai The human spirit is very breakable.we don'tfight.give inall the time. crayonsbreakin our five year oldfingersand look at that;suddenlyour pictureshave doublethe amount of blue. we take circumstanceand adapt.survivebetter. most of usdon't challenge the...

    TOO MANY WORDS by Mukund Gnanadesikan

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    TOO MANY WORDS by Mukund Gnanadesikan Too Many Words Obfuscate if you mustIf it helps assuage the sicknessThat roils your conscienceCausing fever and deliriumExcuse me if the corners of my mouthRemain unmoved by your gyrationsOf flowing lingual...

    REVOLT by George Held

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    REVOLT by George Held On St. Cecilia’s Day     22 November             From harmony, from heav’nly harmony                    This universal frame began . . .—John Dryden, “A Song for St. Cecilia’s Day, 1687” They don’t make saints like you anymore...

    THE WALT WHITMAN BRIDGE by Steven Goff

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    THE WALT WHITMAN BRIDGEby Steven Goff Ferris Wheel At the impetus of fortune or fate,you and I have stolen ourselves away to the confinesof a bucket seatand are lifted easily like silver hands traversing pearl inlayon...

    LIFE OF A POET by John Kaniecki

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    LIFE OF A POET by John Kaniecki A AbsoluteData, information, TruthCan you compute?Are you astute?These theories they present inHigher educationDo they serve sin?Do they offer salvation?Scarecrow on the cross defining painNails pierced through skin and boneThat is...

    A PLACE CALLED HOME by Diana Papazian

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    A PLACE CALLED HOME by Diana Papazian A place called homeI'm from a place of endless nightsof conversations by the kitchen stove.I'm from a place where people smile,yet their eyes betray generations of sorrow and misplaced hope.Where...