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Poetry - Year VI - Number 45 - February 2021

    ALL NIGHT by John Raffetto

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    VISITATIONTime becomes a pixilated memoryof bliss and bloodas the clock winds down.We pause to visit for a brief dazeas the foundation weakens while wonders compressinto petrified shadows a labyrinth of murky intrigueforgotten...

    THEORY OF RELATIVITY by Abena Ntoso

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    Greetings to Hannah S. Jones Dear lovely daughter, Let us always expect full respect, nothing less.People will offer us much less at times,even hurl disrespect at...

    IN DEFENSE OF ISRAEL by Regina Saad

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    Struggle of the Jewish PeopleBy Regina Saad The crack of the afikomen:The broken cracker symbolizing struggle.The struggle of the Seder finally ending. The rule to not...

    WANTING by Lynette Thorstensen

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    Mythic Proportions my mother wanted a life writ largea life of shattering revelationsa long way from where she was bornand although she found all too briefly her fifteen minutes...

    SPIRALS OF SOUND Lisa Molina

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    Spirals of Sound IIf One of us must dieI hope it is I.When I thought my son with leukemia was dead, I screamed at God,“Take me instead!”The wish still...

    CHOIR OF ONE by Pavel Sfera

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    Lighthouses for driftwood what if night was a curtainyou should have pulled it asidea way long time agoperhaps, you can see out without your glassesa universe of a world...

    SMILE THROUGH IT by Michael Duke

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    UntitledDown under the house, I am not a person, but a temporary ghost.I’m smoking my useless time. This space feels like a bunker’s tomb.Thoughts blurry in my mind’s eye, I wrestle with...

    THAT DAY by Girard Tournesol

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    Standing Dead I stand reckoningthe struggle of distance between me and standingdead timbers Tall slender mo’ai gray and silent I listenThe field to the wetlands hums Starburstsof stingers flit...

    MOON GIRL by Lora Robinson

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    bitters and rye I was the sandcastle dream you built by the baybrackish little Betty, jetty mouthspewing toward the only cloud in AugustSavannah sazerac, lemon rindsyour slant rhymesyour question-marked...

    CONTRAST by Brittany Male

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    Interstellar Head shavedand rounded likeits own planet.Colors swirling in bruiseslike the storm-pocksof Jupiter’s atmosphere.Safety tethersnestled underthe skin,keeping lifewithin reaching distance.A space suitslowly leaking air,the sound becomingfamiliar untilit is no...