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Poetry – Year V – Number 37 – June 2020

    THE FIG SONNET by Margaret Lee Triplett

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    The Fig Sonnet She leaned into me. The wind pushed me back. The glare closed my eyes. The bird grasped the limb. The tweet soothed my chills. The rock warmed my heart. The stone felt my hand. The gold cleft the blue. The...

    SOUTHWEST by Daniel Cureton

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    Southwest On iron red tipped mountains high, heat and scorched earth cracked in rays, waves brought by arid death— beams shooting through salt flats barren an age ago, cracking the range as Earth splits the crust westward through basin voids—billow...

    NATURE’S FAN by Rhienna Renée Guedry

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    Nature’s Fan golden light, a smell like downy wings of pigeons at the crown of a young mother’s head. it is the first, if not the only thing i see, shining brighter than a cherub’s flesh, a...

    MALPENES PUXARRA CÓSMICU by Jose Manuel SÁNCHEZ

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    MALPENES PUXARRA CÓSMICU Por Xe M. Sánchez ¿Pescáncieslo agora, nesti tiempu de peste, d’incertidume, de llerza? Nos, que dexamos les nueses güelgues na...

    CORRENTE ALTERNADA, TURBULENTA OU SERENA by Yin Xiaoyuan

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    Corrente alternada, turbulenta ou serena. Na praia, perguntaste ao homem do casaco cinza: Como defines “a vontade”? Com o dedo ele desenhou uma onda senoidal na areia, e depois apagou-a com braçadas a seu alvedrio. Uma dose de...

    TWO LOVERS MEET by Edward Bonner

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    Two Lovers Meet When his grave crumbled and departed, a bright fresh guest will entertain. He in contentment remain, as the living will leave brokenhearted. Numerous jewels have sparkled, grayish hairs across the bones are plain. There is a path...

    THE NARRATOR AND THE POET by Korkut Onaran

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    THE NARRATOR AND THE POET It snowed all day and now, although in a timid way, sun is shining through the clouds like a small but slowly growing hope, and it is casting shadows of...

    FOOTPRINTS ON THE HORIZON by Nardine Sanderson

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    Footprints on the horizon. Warm rendition of the deepest valley, far can see the heaven's skies Glazed within a new born dream, and likeness in his eye's Furthermore my heart and soul belong...

    MATTER OF LYING by Terry Brinkman

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    Matter of Lying Midnight was my worst time for walking so terrifying Two or Three opinions on the matter of lying Modality of the bulimic Her sunshade scented of urine flux Acid smoke light from gun powder patronymic Cakey sand...

    BUTTERNUT by Thomas Cook

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    BUTTERNUT I am asked to change even my favorite passwords, in increments, in a base ten system, for the good of the algorithm. My friend and I have been sending one another local news stories,...