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Poetry - Year V - Number 36 - May 2020

    LISTENING TO SILENCE by RC deWinter

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    reality 2.1 wrapped in shrouds of selfwe’re everywhereinescapable impenetrableglued to worlds we seebut cannot touchremaking realityto be what we want it to be pedalling furiouslyto keep...

    INTEGRATION by C.S. Fuqua

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    The Last Nail Wonder,regret,disconnected phones,internet searches,discoveries and obituaries—coffinsand coffinsand coffins—so many coffinsnailed shutby outdated addressesbeside names ina 25-year-old address book. Old I

    MOM’S HAPPIEST CHILD by Patricia Feeney

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    MOM’S HAPPIEST CHILDby Patricia Feeney    “But Patty, you’re my happiest child.”My mother spoke with a dreamy smile,eyes lit, tiny glints in the darkened bedroom,the sanctuary of my ten-year-old self.    She held me in...

    MAN UP by Frank Modica

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    MAN UPby Frank ModicaMan UpGood Catholic boys in button down shirtsand blue jeans fought on the school playground,rising and falling in the masculinity standings.This brutal competition snared everyone,large and small, Polish, Italian,or...

    RULE BEYOND by Daniel King

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    RULE BEYONDby Daniel King  Kalpa Adept I am alone, eternal and oneFollow my journey, the waterline’s forceGalaxies and the Rift,The Earthlight that burns,Twin-born I reign allInfinity’s...

    POEM FOR FAMILY AND FRIENDS by Tom Carter

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    POEM FOR FAMILY AND FRIENDSby Tom Carter  When I look on you, I seeA land that is your own: Un-pioneered ravines and hills, overgrown,Uncharted streams and...

    THE ALCHEMIST, GRASPING FOR MEANING by John Sweet

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    THE ALCHEMIST, GRASPING FOR MEANINGby John Sweet  incantation for the refused the rumor of your death orthe lie that is your life                         ...

    OUROBOROS by Nathan Tluchowski

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    OUROBOROSby Nathan Tluchowski  Goodbye Words for the Dead Fella while I was holler whisp’rinmy wake up midnight moansyou was wrapped up warmand tidy in your so...

    WINTER IN DELHI by Anvesh Jain

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    WINTER IN DELHIby Anvesh Jain  Tuesdays are to Anjaneyar I wish I didn’t have to thinkAbout my hands coiled in red string,Performing ablutions on a dirty mugAs...

    WHEREFORE ART THOU, MY LOVE by H.L. Dowless

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    WHEREFORE ART THOU, MY LOVEby H.L. Dowless  Dreamin’ Of Peaches In Moon Light                                                  I was living in Renoin a hotel staring at the walls,thinking of the...