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Poetry - Year IV - Number 27 - August 2019

    LITTLE MAX MOUSE by James Padgett

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    LITTLE MAX MOUSE  by James Padgett  It was a warm, sunny day in Willowy Wood.Little Max Mouse ran as fast as he could.He had to get to the Oak by the stream.It was his turn to...

    HE PRETENDS TO BE A SENATOR by O. Howard Winn

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    HE PRETENDS TO BE A SENATORby O. Howard Winn   HE PRETENDS TO BE A SENATORbut it is clearhe is really a Mock turtlefrom Capitalist Wonderland andhis song is a serenade tothe Red Queen runningthe nation...

    A LOVE STORY by Gloria G. Murray

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    A LOVE STORYby Gloria G. Murray    A LOVE STORY we kissed in the dark hallwaysof the Canarsie projectsbacks pressedagainst the concrete walllips sealedwith the grout of lustyour tongue swirling under mineyour ardent fingers curlinglike a sculptoraround...

    THE CROSS-TOWN by Eileen Valentino Flaxman

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    THE CROSS-TOWNby Eileen Valentino Flaxman    The Cross-Townmakes its way in fits and starts, dayin and day out, from the east side tothe west and the doors hiss and thebrakes screech and people get on andoff,...

    INTIMATIONS OF AUTUMN by Phil Kemp

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    INTIMATIONS OF AUTUMNby Phil Kemp   INTIMATIONS OF AUTUMNSunlight fading, a chill wind drives awaylast of the day’s heat; in the forestI walk through, the turning of green to redis my life,darkening in the dusk.I am...

    MY YOUNG LIONS by Lynne D. Soulagnet

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    BONDAGEThe intensity of your glarecould sear my fleshburn a hole right through me.I compress myself into the chair,use a book as a shield.I have done it again,rubbed sandpaper on your wounds.What did I say...

    IF A TREE FALLS by Diane Webster

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    IF A TREE FALLSby Diane Webster  MALFUNCTION Summer heat surfs up southern wall,slithers into swamp cooler ventsto vaporize water meant to soothehumans inside the office thusconverting cooler into heater. The woman perspires when no onelistens to facts...

    SPEAKING WITHOUT LANGUAGE by Jan Little

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    SPEAKING WITHOUT LANGUAGEby Jan Little  Speaking Without Language Nurses, family friends and we all grappleWith an articulate mother suddenly unableTo speak to us now. Charades and questions become new mode of talking:Where the word “medicine” and hand’s...

    THE SAME BOAT by R. S. Stewart

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    THE SAME BOATby R. S. Stewart     THE SAME BOATThe contraption we still cling tohas layers of catastrophe lowerthan the steeper ones we soughtin our daily dreams, sailingor swimming safely to shoreand out again, the thought...

    OF THIS HOUR by Korkut Onaran

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    OF THIS HOURby Korkut Onaran  ANOTHER BAR JOKE A deep sea creatureand a priest walk into a bar.Where? In a poem. In a highmountain town at a landlocked state,in a historic bar. The priest drinks red wineand talks...