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Poetry – Year VI – Number 49 – June 2021

    PESSOAS by Arthur Powers

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    Seánce with Fernando Pessoa 1. I, I, I, I… or should I say “we”we know the Anglo-Saxon mindthat desperately seeks and seeks to findthe Truth behind ambiguity. Do we not know the black/white of your thoughts?Did we...

    CHICAGO by Elsa Pair

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    Bloodletting Bloodletting,but for the rage. If I cut open my chestsurely all that will come out is the rage, spilling down my frontlike vomit or molten lava. If I hold it in any longerthe fever will kill me, and...

    TENEMENT BASH by John Grey

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    TENEMENT BASHAnother partyon another tenement third floor.He gets there late.There's people speaking Spanish.There's some speaking English.It's a neighborhood bashand it's that kind of neighborhood.The food's mostly Mexican,tacos, burritos,and the beer's Coronathough someone lugged alongsome...

    ALABASTER POLISH by Terry Brinkman

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    Alabaster Polish Short admonition ableSpiritual like purity abolishBeautiful veined alabaster polishDeliberate lie whit cableLady her self-setting the tableUnmistakably evidenced demolishedWoman’s softly feathered face polishedGentle a high degree of fable Sonnet CDXXXII Mingling error remembered by chiefShe likes...

    ZERO SUM GAME by Mark Murphy

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    Bird Brained View of Power for John Bolton I have not journeyed here to steal anythingfrom your domain,least of all, your modest nest, which, I am at pains to point outis far beyond the skill of any...

    COMING OUT by Chris Arnone

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    Coming Out head-first, blood-slickedhair like a tiny John Stamos.Bubbling with style but no pronouns. Snip the umbilical, suctionand wail, count tenfingers and toes but no sex. The womb was mycloset, sonogram spunstraw into a golden child. No mom-we-need-to-talk...

    OLD PAINT COLORS by Sheree LaPuma

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    Old Paint Colors Before he died, we shared a common history.The slow unfurling of breath, a womb, twohands, a tapestry of goodbyes in sepia. Aplacenta, grey, buried under the pine-straw of winter. So many sad things...

    DOLLHOUSE by Linda Phillips

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    Dollhouse I saved the dollhousefor you and you knew ityou knewcoming in the back doorbabies played cheapwe bought it off the streetrich folks' castaway that's why we saved itnot for cheapbut for babiesyour childrenmore than onewith...

    GASLIGHTING by Amy Gautschi

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    GASLIGHTINGNothing can be found hereThere is no space to growThe walls are moving closerI don’t know where to goUp is to the leftExcept when it’s to the rightOutside the sun is shiningBut in here...

    VESPERS UPDATE by Don Thompson

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    Vespers Update In this season, the sun setslike an afterthought, its lightalready non-luminous. The hills mostly murkwith some leftover mauvethat’s gone flat. But Venus burns a holein the West, intenseand more adamant than ever.** January 31st 1.The sun through...