Poetry - Year II - Number 6 - March 2017

    SUNDAY SCHOOL CHILDREN – A poem by Claire Emery

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    SUNDAY SCHOOL CHILDRENBy Claire Emery Your Sunday best never fit you rightYou preferred your tar to come from cigarettesInstead of inside the plays of a leather-bound book of judgementYou can flick a lighter more comfortably...

    THE STATE OF THE STATE – Poems by Tanner Harshman

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    THE STATE OF THE STATEPoems by Tanner Harshman As Soon as Spring raspberry lipsstain printsupon lilac skinand the pollen windwells up eyesas bloodshotas the rose dressthat liesat her rooting feetand these allergiestend to compromiseeverything thatcoincideswith thoughtsconsisting...

    THE WAY AWAY – Poems by Anthony Slater

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    THE WAY OF TIM ASHPoems by Timothy Robbins The Way of Tim Ash You have a way of appearing, the chorus ina Satyr Play. The night before my hernia repairyou look better than you have in...

    COFFEE MUG by ABU MUSA TAREQ – Translated by Afruza Khanom PhD

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    COFFEE MUG by Abu Musa TareqTranslated by Afruza Khanom PhD Coffee Mug One vacant step  away from you and-This poet will breathe through your most secret thoughtsBeneath the diamond studded sky, the poet walks along a...

    DESTROYER OF UNIVERSES – Poems by Kevin Drzakowski

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    DESTROYER OF UNIVERSESBy Kevin Drzakowski Just like everyone else, Iplayed that game Around the World,the one where you shootbaskets from different pointson your driveway, startingwith the intersection of cracksforming your makeshift free throw line,then around...

    TIDES OF THE BODY – Poems by Anne Whitehouse

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    TIDES OF THE BODYPoems by Anne Whitehouse TIDES OF THE BODYBreath, shape-changer,the organs gently swaying in their fascial hammockslike the flora and fauna of an undersea world—the yellow of the small intestine,deep coral of the...

    PARTIAL ECLIPSE – Poems by Dustin Pickering

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    PARTIAL ECLIPSEPoems by Dustin Pickering Partial EclipseI was hungover last nightand my poetry was weak, futile as curdled milk.I washed my face with warm waterand returned the pen to its inkwell.I am poisoned by official...

    ANTIPOESÍA – Por Xe M. Sánchez

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    ANTIPOESÍAPor Xe M. Sánchez               ANTIPOESÍA                                  Andes a la gueta’l Paraísu.MuyerCochePerruXardínLlarPerresUna vida afayadiegaUna derrotaEntaína,Les escaleresQue baxenAl infiernuTanEsperándomos.Préstame’l fuéu.Préstame’l fuéu.Préstame’l fuéu.Préstame’lPrés…P…        ANTI-POETRYYou are looking for a Paradise.A wifeA carA dogA gardenA houseMoneyA comfortable lifeA defeatLet’s go,StairsTo hellAreWaiting ForUsI like the...

    TERRA COM SAL – Poems by Pierre Sotér

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    TERRA COM SALPoems by Pierre Sotér Terra com salto the memory of Fernando Pessoa Ó ser mudado,Ó alma colossal,quanto do teu estado,não é nem foi dado,por algo quebrado,por nada fatal.Ó mar irado,Ó longo areal,quanto do teu...