Home Poetry - Year II - Number 8 - July 2017

Poetry - Year II - Number 8 - July 2017

    VISITOR By Jessica Alverson

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    VISITORBy Jessica Alverson The moon is a shadow in the blue sky Grey-white apparition loomingIn darknessIt will be light Same neighborhood walkBuildingsStreetsSidewalk carrier...

    WATCHING THE SUN GO BY By Gareth Culshaw

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    WATCHING THE SUN GO BYBy Gareth Culshaw WATCHING THE SUN GO BY Her days were bythe window. An ornamentpainted by his hands. She...

    BLUE GRASS By Gabriella Garofalo

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    BLUE GRASSBy Gabriella Garofalo God, why have you got so many souls? In the deepest blue of your existence No, you think and shout, no – Even stones fear beasts and kids Trees...

    HALF IRON, HALF OAK By Simon Perchik

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    HALF IRON, HALF OAKBy Simon Perchik  *Half iron, half oak, the bedall night honed on what went wrong–it’s an axe, striking upside down though you sleep...

    FISHING LOCK NESS By Sam James

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    FISHING LOCK NESSBy Samuel W. James  Fishing Loch Ness the stones are cool grey or hairy brown;the water barely darkens themfor yards and yards out

    SACRIFICE By Georgia Eugenides

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        SACRIFICEBy Georgia Eugenides    THE SUMMER I NEVER HADin the morningi search for myself everywhere,under ivory sheets that smell of cinnamon, between porcelain jarson the highest kitchen shelf and among blue, crossed outpoems in...

    OFF-BEAT By Julianna Bjorksten

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    OFF-BEATBy Julianna Bjorksten AT SMALLS On the night of starry time-bomb and twinkling blunderCaught in the stagnant bulk of two page compositions and futile coffee treksShared...

    CHASM By Lisa Brognano

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    CHASMBy Lisa Brognano     CHASMHe yells to her overBig bank of hills andSees nothing but bluntBrown banks and a snakeRiver below.She hears Tom and fromHer ledge moves a little,Sees the river and some grass.He...

    HOMAGE TO ORWELL By Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo

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    HOMAGE TO ORWELLBy Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo Homage to Orwell,           surrounded by slot machines,in the main hall(perhaps the Tanjiers?)by the penultimateof our national heroes,perfect for adults and...

    NOW I SEE, By Mignon Ariel King

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    NOW I SEEBy Mignon Ariel King Chifforobe Daddy had one, so when its three tones of art-deco woodcreaked open on tiny black hinges to emit a...