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Poetry - Year II - Number 7 - Volume I - June 2017

    TIMES – By Anwer Ghani

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    LITERARY CONTESTSFICTIONNONFICTIONPOETRYHAPPENINGSBOOK REVIEWSINTERVIEWSNEW TITLESART & PHOTOGRAPHYADELAIDE Independent Quarterly Literary Magazine / Revista Literária Independente Trimestral, New York / Lisboa, Online Edition            TIMESBy Anwer Ghani The SunsetMy hand is so hot like the soul of the sunset. It...

    DOWNPOUR – By Bruce McRae

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    DOWNPOURBy Bruce McRae Downpour A heavy rain falling over Lithium Island,the roads flooded with tears of the disenfranchised,the quarry a lake of grief and woes,the tavern’s cellar under thirteen inchesof something that once resembled water. All of...

    MIRROR – By Paul Bamberger

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    MIRRORBy Paul Bamberger THE KISS five decades she waitsthe stirring of a small legend   a scream the length of a lifegone unheard   but with his death near    for fear of having never beenlove returns   she bends to kiss himone last...

    MEMORIAL – By Geoffrey A. Rubin

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    MEMORIALBy Geoffrey A. Rubin Memorial Weeping willows talkAnd haunt a temple of solace.In a soothing slow voiceWhispers down from heaven.The power of those not presentInspires witnessed remembrance of The silence of the sacrificedAnd our own calling on...

    WRITING FOR STRANGERS – By Olaf Dammann

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    WRITING FOR STRANGERSBy Olaf  Dammann 1where do storks comefrom? if nothing else,tender enchantrix, whereis your self, yourbones are wrapped insilver linings, thatevery cloud musthave, like ends oftunnels musthave light2strangers, idealcompanions ontrips to the uncertainif the...

    THE HOUSE, AFTER SANDY – By Samantha Zimbler

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    THE HOUSE, AFTER SANDYBy Samantha Zimbler 1.  The GirlNo airplanes flew by.Outside the window, I saw small dogs shiveringhelplessly as they floated down a riverof boats and houses. I spent the dark days cultivating mindfulnessin a...

    THANKSGIVING – By Obi Nwakanma

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    THANKSGIVINGBy Obi Nwakanma Thanksgiving It is the seventh month, and theUvene fruits are ripe again  -The wild berries, plump with juice;The breadfruit, and the gourds are full, heavyLike the pregnant women of this landAbout to give,...

    KAME WARURU / JAR BREAKING – Translation by William Waters

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    KAME WARURU Jar BreakingTranslation by William Waters   A SONG FOR AHN, MYONG HWAOriginal Korean:Phonetic Korean:Ahn-gay-ga god-hee-goMyong-song-ee sa-ra-chee-chaHwa-rha Harm-ee Da-shee sal-lan-nan-da. English:As the mist risesVenus disappears;Even the dust sparkles.    KAME WARURU* Jar Breaking                        For BashoI hadforgottenthe jarin thekitchen,--had forgottenthe openwindows,and the...

    FACES OF LOVE – By Faleeha Hassan

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    FACES OF LOVEBy Faleeha Hassan Faces of love  Do not carry me in your handLike a small bird wet with rain dropsLove is a traumatic experienceBut I want to live itTo keep my windows overlooking the...

    AS OF NOW – By Jim Hanlen

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    AS OF NOWPoems by Jim Hanlen As of Now I've just gotten used to wherethe creek and stone belong.They found their place a long time ago. For a long time I lived like smoke,uncertain, unsure where I...