Poetry - Year III - Number 10 - November 2017

    SOME NIGHTS by Dianne Moritz

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    SOME NIGHTSBy Dianne Moritz SIX Teasing the dogBack behindThe chicken yardTo distract myselfFrom loneliness,Stench of the farm,Uncle’s mongrel seizedMy thin wrist and bit.My cries were smotheredIn...

    ORIGAMI AND SWEATERS by Kennie Romero

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    ORIGAMI AND SWEATERSBy Kennie Romero Yextla, 1970 Once upon a timeYear 1970, in a Mexicanvillage tucked in the foldsof corn and poppy fields,abuelito threatened a witchfor...

    LEAVE by Katie Predick

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    LEAVEBy Katie Predick  The Physics of Loss I thought of you todayin the grocery store. It is strawberry season and a bounty of bright red fruit was piled...

    SOMEONE ELSE Jean Berrett

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    SOMEONE ELSEBy Jean Berrett  SOMEONE ELSE Words like forever or never are not enough.The tiny animal who left tracks in patches of snowover a quarter mile...

    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...

    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...

    EVOLUTION by Eduardo Escalante

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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...

    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...

    BOHEMIAN BANKER by Thomas Locicero

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    BOHEMIAN BANKERBy Thomas Locicero Bohemian Bankerfor T.S. Eliot You boast of virtuosity,yet find yourself in dubious alleysdressed like a banker so as not toplay the part...

    ABOUT PATIENCE by Glen Sorestad

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    ABOUT PATIENCEBy Glen Sorestad  Crow Ruckus As we near one of the crescent condos, the black racketgrows in intensity. Since it’s Sunday morning, I aminclined to...