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Poetry - Year VI - Number 46 - March 2021

    WAKING UP by Jennifer Novotney

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    Waking Up The sun peeks over the mountain’s ridgeas it does every morningunless there are clouds to hide behind.The bright orange, yellow familiar glowfills the house through drawn curtains. Our winding road is glistening, fresh with...

    PEGASUS by Januário Esteves

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    PegasusWhen spring comes and the winged wind brings itthe seeds of life and the boldness of the harbinger of creationthe wonderful sublimation of matrices that healin a cosmic dance provided in the attraction of...

    SEXT by Daniel Edward Moore

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    Sext Halfway to midnight& still the need for words to break the dayin two, regardless of how tired the tongueis from digging pearls of praiseout of silent shells. This is whenthe Captain turns the rudder intoflesh, at peace with how thebow...

    SONNET by Pawel Markiewicz

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    Sonnet about the fallen moon and morning star Heavenly sailorling spy out the wan light-sheen of star. Baffling unearthly time: weird having just thieved by elves. One of pale mornings longs for some meek fulfillment of night. Moony...

    THAT LEAP by Charlie Madden

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    That Leap Munching away in the sun,what could be more pleasant?Fellow Roos scattered as far as the eye can see -My lovely Mary there, mother of 2 and one in the pouch,seems quietly content… SHOUT !...

    NEW TIME by Wendell Hawken

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    Aretha in her Golden Casket Hawken The angled photograph revealsthe crown of her head, face obscured, ruffled red bodice, smooth red silk skirt,shapely café-au-lait calves and ankles tapered into five-inch (at least) stiletto heels.red, of course, and...

    STINGER by Vyara Kozareva

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    STINGERThe autumn encroaches my delineationRadiantMightyRenaissance-styledIn its zibellino accessoryMuddles my reposePigments my memoryJams snouts and tailsAt the bottom of dusty brush washersBrutality demyelinates my axonsI am groping for the pointI’d lost myselfIn the smother of...

    GENES by J.M. Allen

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    Drivers Test Put away your phone, and we will go outside.Hop in my car, and I’ll take us for a ride.Driving starts out nice with few vehicles around.Turn on some music and listen to the...

    SISTERS by Marilyn Mox

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    sisters could i just make a candle of youto burn your essencearound mesheaths of fire marigold to bask in the spiral twirlof your silken smoke rings burning mail and twigsand memories on torn papertequila wine skinny dippin...

    BUTTERFLIES by Andre Swanepoel

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    Dancers on a rooftop Sirens in flight, light feetAnd white - if only you wereLess bright, I, the messengerSin sight could dream your great heightBut I deem myself far removed From white-light. Henceforth I simply evaporate Butterflies They break...