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Poetry - Year V - Number 42 - November 2020

    YELLOW by Byron Beynon

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    BEETHOVEN A memory within music, a ripening with vineyards overgrown, and your mind's ear in tune; alert...

    MEMENTO by Bess Amelia Yeager

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    Scar Tissue Land I don’t recognize the yellowed veins of wood chapping into hot, sun-hardened beams. It has been too long since I...

    THE CORK OAK OF PORTUGAL by Reed Venrick

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    The Cork Oak of Portugal Riding the bus down and along— Lisbon to Faro on the Algarve coast, passing through dry, hilly forests—

    OLD WORLD MONKEY by Lisa Reily

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    bucket list the crackle of plastic as an elephant’s trunk unfurls, accepts a sugared bag; gentle eyes and huge eyelashes smile

    VIRTUAL REALITIES by John Lambremont

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    The Solo PerformerThe tiny ballerina, hersummer run long over,limbs brown and withered,hanging hair disheveled,bends stiffly at the hip,shriveled hands stretchedto the tip of an extended toe,frozen in a permanent pose of thanksfor...

    TWO WINDOWS by Rikki Santer

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    Creekside Why can’t every day be pancake morning?  Last night Mom made treaty with the monster under my bed. Front yard pine needles...

    ENCOUNTER WITH EINSTEIN by Ken Schweda

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    Nixon Resigns At the skating rink teachers on patrol, the rumble, the smell of floor wax, popcorn.

    EVENING NEWS by Alan Britt

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    REMEMBER WHEN THE CRUSADES WERE THE GOOD OLD DAYS? Was there lots of raping and pillaging during the Crusades?

    RACING THE SUPERNOVA by Daniel King

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    M Charactered And in the glare Mu Cephei roils As if to dare armed craft to draw near

    THE CITY by Lorraine Caputo

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    THE CITY (Caracas) I. This other overcast morning I hear two snaps echo up the narrow streets