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

    THE SURRENDER OF WILL – By John Grey

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    SMALL TOWN IN OHIOBy John Grey There was a father oncewho raged from Maine to California,who must have figured only metal survives,so he would always be metal,backed up with fiststhick and hard as the stone...

    INNOCENCE – By Shayna Boisvert

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       INNOCENCEBy Shayna Boisvert    ParthenonEven within my youth, I sensed something...I recall when it came to meTucked softly into bedHow irresistibly comforting it felt To be tucked within the sheetsI nnocentSwiftly this would end...I no longertake for...

    THE LADY’S EYES – By Jules Supervielle, translated by John J. Ronan

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    THE LADY'S EYESBy Jules Supervielle / translated by John J. Ronan This woman, whom I know, seems to herself unknown, absently off in the heavens wearing her weary expression, A rose made of cloth stiff on its iron stalk, and pearls...

    (SHADOWGRAPH 144: FROM ONE CAVITY TO ANOTHER)

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    SHADOWGRAPH 144: FROM ONE CAVITY TO ANOTHERBy Sean Howard shadowgraph 144: from one cavity to another(poetry detected in claude cohen-tannoudji’s nobel physics lecture, 1997) ‘the orchestrated effort’: detuning the spheres! (chime waves.) ‘sequencing,’ eventide, bells summoning the stars… (macbeth’sred carpet.) hulled, light...

    IN LIMINE By Eugenio Montale, translated by Mary Jane White

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    IN LIMINEBy Eugenio Montale / translated by Mary Jane White IN LIMINE Delight, then—if the wind re-enter our conservatorybringing back to it, and to you, the surge of our life:here—where a deadtangle of memories subsides,—no garden...

    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...

    MY FATHER’S DOG TAGS – By Billy Malanga

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    MY FATHER’S DOG TAGSBy Billy Malanga My Father’s Dog Tags The name on my father’s brass dog tagsdoesn’t match his driver’s license.The gunfire caves filled with burning fleshand bloodshot south Pacific surfhad taken its toll. He...

    A BALLAD I WISH I WISH I RUN – By Sam Landry

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    A BALLAD I WISH I WISH I RUNBy Sam Landry A Ballad I Wish I Wish I Run stuck in the roadcoiled under breathdeep under rollingtides green from thegall one can haveearly in the morningwiping the...

    VISITOR – By Sukrita Paul Kumar

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    MY FATHER’S DOG TAGSBy Billy Malanga My Father’s Dog Tags The name on my father’s brass dog tagsdoesn’t match his driver’s license.The gunfire caves filled with burning fleshand bloodshot south Pacific surfhad taken its toll. He...

    SUMMER NEVER DIES – By Michael Jerry Tupa

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    SUMMER NEVER DIESBy Michael Jerry Tupa July Comes Only OnceHe lies transfixed in his bed,"Close to you,"sun's shadow paints a pattern on the opposite wall,summertime, no school, no homework,voice like an angel -- amplified by...