Poetry - Year III - Number 10 - November 2017

    THE FORREST by Omar Alexandre

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    THE FORRESTBy Omar Alexandre you can look and you can touch a guy gave me head todayand my next door neighbor saw us

    MAPLE SAP AND SKIN HUNGER by Adrian Slonaker

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    MAPLE SAP AND SKIN HUNGERBy Adrian Slonaker Discovery in the Stacks A tawny art textbook last loanedforty-five years earliersat like a hardcover wallflower inthe vastness of...

    SUMMER NIGHTS by Jacquelyne Nemeth

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    SUMMER NIGHTSBy Jacquelyne Nemeth Alaska Don't say you love me. You don't love me if you don't know that my favorite smell is when it rains...

    EMPTY HOLLOW HEARTS by George Gad Economou

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    EMPTY HOLLOW HEARTSBy George Gad Economou Empty, Hollow Hearts all you've ever neededwas to get out of the rain;silent moments in the storm,stars making grand promisesto...

    DESPERATE SEEKER by Gary Beck

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    DESPERATE SEEKERBy Gary Beck Misstep For thousands of yearsman's biggest challengewas a steady food supply,energy exertedto feed family.Then profit reared its headawakening the insecureto paths of...

    BARE HYMN by Seth Jani

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    BARE HYMNBy Seth Jani  Mountain Pass I erased myself so I could learnThe inner life of things.This river has a name,But it’s not the one we...

    WINTER’S TALE by Timothy Robbins

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    WINTER’S TALEBy Timothy Robbins  Wichita7 miles above Wichita,19 years from Julie saying,“If he breaks your heart,he’s dead meat.” And methinking, “Who eatsmy heart, eats lean meat.”How to convert years tomiles? The equation is...

    A BAG OF HANDS Mather Schneider

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    A BAG OF HANDSBy Mather Schneider A BAG OF HANDS Jalisco, Mexico. In a black plastic bagthey found them: 12 severed handsremoved from...

    ENAMORED by Susie Gharib

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    EVOLUTIONBy Eduardo Escalante  Evolution During the slow rollover of the morning,I order the garden plants.In my hands, several seeds.I hear the groaning of the earth,need to...

    TRANSCRIPT by Mark Young

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    TRANSCRIPTBy Mark Young A line from Ada Lovelace (2) The way he ties his ties waytoo long is a science of itself,like hoisin sauce or miso....