Poetry – Year V – Number 38 – July 2020

    OVERFLOW by Adam Day

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    OVERFLOW Judges – spit no polish; wigs out of order – clouds hanging like wool on barbed wire. History rush loosens jaws white system reality rewritten in cities that are also history. Adam Day is the author of Left-Handed Wolf...

    TEN THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU AND OTHER LIES I TELL MYSELF by Erin...

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    Ten Things I Hate About You And Other Lies I Tell Myself One. You never say thank you or please, and You hate everything that’s breathing. I discovered it since day One, of course, and soon...

    WHY by Dave Clark

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    Why Why. Who is better off at their final breath? I cry out. Why? I get no answer. There has to be an answer for this. Surely some reason, Some purpose. But what answer Would leave me feeling okay About their demise? What answer would satisfy? Why. I’m...

    ANGEL OF BRIDGEPORT by Linda Barrett

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    Angel of Bridgeport The County called me up For Jury Duty I had to report on the 27th To make sure I got there By 8:15 A.M. I took a drive up there Mother in tow. The Map Quest’s directions Confused me Driving is...

    IN THE FLOW OF THE LIGHT by Martin Willitts Jr.

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    In the Flow of the Light A warm, comforting light fringes the window with quiet prayers. A year or two can pass in a second, as noiseless as yellowjackets sampling daises. I welcome that silence containing hints...

    SUPERNOVA by Alethea Jimison

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    Supernova I wish that I knew to tell her that her laugh is a burst of light, like a flashing supernova. Her smile is the warmth of home. The curve of her femininity goes on...

    DEAR MAMA by Nikita Bhardwaj

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    Dear Mama You told me I was born to be loved. That I clawed out of the womb like a wild thing, slick with my father’s breath and the first smell of rain. We were alone,...

    PASSING TIME by John P. Drudge

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    Passing Time In the vaguely Haunted Eventless days Of wandering aimlessly Over bridges From bank to bank Past smoky cafes And cheap hotels High on wine And careless oblivion Putting place And tradition Beyond the tangible Striking Of my tears On cobblestones As...

    SLOW MOTION by Merlin Flower

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    Slow motion Frozen in the depths of the holiday, a horrendous thought awoke, and snared. are friends the real enemies? you said you were broke as I was waiting for the ‘ever running late’ bus ruminating on the mounting debts...

    LOVE GAMES by Edith Speers

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    Love Games Start anywhere and with tongue or fingertip trace on your lover the longest possible route to your favourite place or your least favourite place Start anywhere and imagine the aging of your beloved detail by detail...