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Poetry - Year VI - Number 45 - February 2021

    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...

    CHURCH BRICK by Terry Brinkman

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    Death by ArsenicYou heard them say death by ArsenicDreaming of Candy Corn lanky simpletonOne Two Three sillies ArithmeticHer never things list highIrishman’s new bed his Coffin PalaceInvented a lovely briber horrifyShe died...

    SAUDADES by Daniela Vecchia

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    Samba From top of floatsI throw you flowersSway my hip in the airTurn my backTurn my headAnd send you a kiss:a hurtful kiss. Those were the...

    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...

    VOICELESS by Anna Kapungu

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    LETTERS FROM HOME In the deserted daysWhere the sun is my championAnd the blood thirsts for waterI tell the rays what I miss the mostHear my breathingSweat drip down...

    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...

    ERASE THE BROKEN THINGS by Sarah Stephens

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    Lie with me in this moment sink into the book of mewhere all my stories wait to be told. Take out the pagesand read– It’s not...

    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...

    IT WILL BE OK, I LIED by Jessica Lorraine

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    He walks in here with a blank look on his face, stops in front of me and asks, ‘what’s wrong with you?” “Nothing.” I lie. He nods and walks away. Of course...

    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...