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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...

    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...

    CHRONICLE by John Kaniecki

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    The Humanity Of The Enemy Reality, is a rocking cradle, God is able, a miracle sleepsMother's gentle hand does not understand forces beyond her commandThe winds wails, the system fails, hatred prevailsReligion, nationality, ethnicity, ideology,...

    WITHIN THE DIN by Linda Imbler, Translated by Isaac Cohen

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    Within The Din / Linda Imbler  מתוך ההמולה – לִינְדָה אִימְבְּלֶר His soul heard no welcome, only murmurs. It seemed he heard sweet singing. The hope that he was right stayed his sorrow. His bedimmed dreams came as...

    ALIVE IN ROME by John Drudge

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    The Pull of Stonehenge We set out from BathThrough the EnglishCountrysideThe relentless greynessOf the skyLending a constant drizzleOf drama to the dayIt can be seen for milesOn the horizonAs we approachThe sarsen towersOf mysteryAnd the...

    PARACHUTE by William Ogden Haynes

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    The Undead With a tip of the hat to Sam Kinison. I think about Frankenstein, the mummy, zombies, ghosts,vampires, Nosferatu, poltergeists and revenants. All of them died, but somehow became undead. They haunt our dreamsand waking hours...

    EVOLUTION 2.0 by Pablo Vascan

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    W w e h e ro dw e o c m ef r o m, w h e r e d ot h e y grow,the vines of reason, hieroglyphics,the artifacts of tongues?when does waxof...

    SPIRALS OF SOUND by Lisa Molina

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    Spirals of SoundIIf 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 stands inside my head.The signs and...