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    SONNET CDLXII by Terry Brinkman

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    Sonnet CDLXII Deep velvet Azul of the Nile Steely skies rolling ridge wheel Gallivanting around as they kneel Meadow of...

    ALMA DESATADA by Roseangelina Baptista

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    Alma Desatada A serração desceu rápida e do-í-da.Veio duma latência em rodeios Açorianos.Solitário rochedo, suspenso em fosca água-lusa.Longe, o coro das oliveiras ao léu. Açores! Por...

    I CAN TELL NO-ONE, EXCEPT THIS POEM by Susan C. Waters

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    Age is Creeping Toward Me Like the Old Maidin a children’s deck of cards,it was hidden, going round and roundthe table until the last card:a dowdy, with a misshapen...

    A COLUMN OF SMOKE by Sally Sandler

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    A Column of Smoke ghosted west to the seaand I missed my off ramp like most of the otherswho prayed to the fire gods

    AS CINZAS DO SOL by Rosangela Batista

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    AS CINZAS DO SOLby Rosangela Batista   As Cinzas do SolCegam o céu;Secam o sal de Pernem.Dão bocadinhos à luaDe açafrão e cal.Cai, cai pó-ente,    Põe cinzas d’ouroNos tetracantos da mente.Cinzas da ÍndiaSerpenteiam em minhas águas:Brindes...

    MEDUSA by Andre DeCuir

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    MEDUSAby Andre DeCuir When My Father Calls When my father calls, we talk of birds,how the blue jays cannonball,their  large bodies splashingwater out of his birdbaths:old...

    INCONSTANTE CORAÇÃO by Roseangelina Batista

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    INCONSTANTE CORAÇÃOby Roseangelina Batista INCONSTANTE CORAÇÃOPrelúdio ao poema de Ajahn Mun Ora um fluxo de momentos,ora um fluxo de vazio presente. A semântica...

    WOW by Boris Kokotov

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    A trap I have mixed feelings about what happened that day --following her out of curiosity,staying in her place for no reason except… Pity. Is it...

    WHY by Dave Clark

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    Why Why. Who is better off at their final breath? I cry out. Why? I get no answer. There has to be an answer for this. Surely some reason, Some purpose. But what answer Would leave me feeling okay About their demise? What answer would satisfy? Why. I’m...

    NOTICING WOMEN by Madlynn Haber

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    Noticing Women I am not the woman in the front row staring with adoring eyes at the poet,her husband, on the stage behind the podium, reading from his collection.