WALKING by Patrick Hurley

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WALKING…selectionsBy Patrick Hurley #categories collapse in upon themselvesstrange instruments reshapethe structure of space random interpretations of irregularitywill hold meaning ifone seeks it vague constructions are part of theadditive art but who shaves awaysuperfluous matter? #one night in springjupiter...

POSSIBLE POWER METAPHORS by Terry Trowbrige

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Possible Power Metaphors Looking through her own reflectionat a yellow patterned python,a teenage girl asks why the snakehas not eaten a mouse companionwho, sitting on the snake’s head,grooms her tiny arms. Looking back, maybe seeing doublepossibly...

NAMELESS MOMENTS – By Harold Barnes

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NAMELESS MOMENTSBy Harold Barnes   NAMELESS MOMENTSThis poemIs s proxyA placeholderFor every lapseIn my memoryIt representsThe fullness ofMy lifeA sum of allThe nameless momentsThat shaped meThe undersideOf the coinThe greater ofTwo evils    PARANOIDI fear these wordsHave already...

SEXPECTATIONS by Kathy Coman

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SEXPECTATIONSBy Kathy Coman  Sexpectationsi can’t help but to thinkabout what tomorrow will bringafter i tasted the sweetness of your kissthat paralyzed my heart what have you done to me that has me longing for days that have...

DORSOS DE LUZ DE ÁGUAS MAIS PROFUNDAS

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DORSOS DE LUZ DE ÁGUAS MAIS PROFUNDASpor Manuel Neto dos Santos59 Poemas ígneos27-31/1/13Para Hilda HilstIn memoriamPois se o sol surge sempreEm lugar certo…Que seja certa a luz de um novo verso.*Eu vejo os sonsE...

SYMPHONY – By Amber McCready

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SYMPHONYBy Amber McCready Symphony If I ever leave this world aliveI want my soul to be composedof every laugh my parents ever madeevery memory of reliefevery dream induced disbelief.I want to sleep like I am in...

THE MAN-UNKIND BLUES #1 – By Henry Reneau

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THE MAN-UNKIND BLUES #1By Henry Reneau      Anne Waldman If you turn the Goddess to stone, don't be surprisedif she doesn't bleed.                                                                                 —Andrea Potts precariousness does not occur in isolationemerging slick & singed but fromloud moments of catastrophesalt...

THE BURNING SEASON – By Lazola Pambo

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THE BURNING SEASONBy Lazola Pambo   Winter is sentencedinto a silent cataclysmwhen the yellow-eyed chariotsrage upon humanitya battalion of immortal squadronnone of us have ever seen The last anniversary of the universeilluminated by a catharsisthe burning season...

ALFRED AND MOSES – By Timothy Robbins

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ALFRED AND MOSESBy Timothy Robbins Alfred and Moses(for A.E. Housman) I picture a Merchant Ivory flick.Young classicist with patrician cheeks,face of an Arabian prancer, featuresprecise as a Latin declension.His friend, the rowing Blue, with aClydesdale jaw...