Home Poetry - Year V - Number 35 - April 2020

Poetry - Year V - Number 35 - April 2020

    WITH A GUITAR by Mark J. Mitchell

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    WITH A GUITARby Mark J. Mitchell  A SURBURBAN SEER’S MORNING DREAM Her morning dreams sprouted flowers with namesinscribed on each petal. They bloom. No fruitemerges, but...

    IMMORTALITY by Manuel Madera

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    IMMORTALITYby Manuel Madera  ImmortalityConfessions last—       The snow plummets to    The nameless ground we  Have crossed and hopped        Along the sidewalk of evermore   We stroll and skate       I did not...

    PULL OVER by Peter Mladinic

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    PULL OVERby Peter Mladinic Pull Over Pull over in daylight.Take the exit ramp.Pull over. I need to tell you something.Pull into the rest area, please.

    THE SHALLOW by Ambrose Gibbs

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    THE SHALLOWby Ambrose Gibbs  The shallow earth to live for what life is worth, for the birth of a child in this wild society full of poverty to be...

    EXHALE by Diane Webster

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    EXHALEby Diane Webster  DEATH BURIED Plastic tulips and silk rosespretend they grow aroundmy parents’ gravestone. Still not allowing themtruth after all these yearsdead...

    FROM ABOVE by Roger Singer

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    FROM ABOVEby Roger Singer  FROM ABOVE  the bones of wordsremain behindlike rumpled sheetswithout memory of sleepas day tossesa mixed salad of walkingand arriving the hours melt intothe water of day time slows...

    STILL LIFE by Sarette Albin

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    STILL LIFEby Sarette Albin Still Life In the morning’s stillness I slipped outFrom your loose embrace and leftYou sleeping in, face craned upward,Chin exposed and underbelly...

    SPOT ON MY BACK by George Thomas

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    SPOT ON MY BACKby George Thomas SPOT ON MY BACK three timesI've lost the whole shooting matchas Zorba might saythe whole catastrophe multipliedthere's a spot on my backthat hasn't been...

    AMERICAN IN BRAZIL by David Lee Garrison

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    AMERICAN IN BRAZILby David Lee Garrison Last Look, Lisbon, 1965 The troopship was leaving Lisbonfor the war in Angola,its deck covered with soldiersgazing back.  Heavy sun...

    MAKING LOVE by George Payne

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    MAKING LOVEby George Payne Making Love the way astarving coyoteneeds the Mooncrimson &skeletalyour handswere needed  Simplehands  risingon thechest