Home Poetry - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

Poetry - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

    THINGS IN A GAP by Eduardo Escalante

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    THINGS IN A GAPBy Eduardo Escalante Again Google, Mo Gawdat lines on happinessLemons or magnet for us?Rational smells with an old story:What part of my glass would I drink?Would...

    MISTAKE by Thom Young

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        MISTAKEBy Thom Young   Mistakemistakemistakelike bluebirdsquietad singingthe regret songit soundsaliveit sounds forgottenbut I know what she dideven the angelsdoand nobody cries on the outsideanymoretears stay warmthey stay safethey hurt a little morethereinside holdingtiger eyes    Sada...

    2nd FLATTEST STATE by Noah Slowik

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    2nd FLATTEST STATEBy Noah Slowik Rabble-rousers Night traffic performing cautious deeds;good people awaited sacred sinswhile diligent ones are sound asleep,unnecessary suffering begins. Shadow-wanderers...

    JAMES AND THE GODFLESH by Robert Beveridge

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    JAMES AND THE GODFLESHBy Robert Beveridge James and the Godflesh He bit into the truffle, feltthe hot coppery gushbetween his teeth. Only for a momentdid he...

    THREE POEMS by Tamara Williams

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    THREE POEMSBy Tamara Williams  *** Pain, there are many women who carries your labor.Here are their stories.Cheers to the woman in Black with no strings attached.Your...

    CONSIDERED OVER by Victoria Randall

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    CONSIDERED OVERBy Victoria Randall PSYCHO AND SOMATIC red artillery aims to inflame injurywhite walls raise to slay diseasestoo diffuse to destroyan air light feeling firstthat later...

    AT THE BREWERY DOWNTOWN by Hannah Kludy

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    AT THE BREWERY DOWNTOWNBy Hannah Kludy  Martyr has six definitions on Dictionary.comFire never looked so sinister to me, a moth in North America. We speak of martyrs as though...

    WHEN I DREAM WELL by David Matthews

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    WHEN I DREAM WELLBy David Matthews When I Dream Well Her head held as if she were posingnow for Renoir, yesterday Rodin,her face I knowfrom when...

    FROM HERE TO THERE by Roger Singer

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    FROM HERE TO THEREBy Roger Singer   FROM HERE TO THEREHe wore a loud tie.  Checkeredshirt and black high top sneakers.Thoughts tumbled from him like leaves;fast tracks combined with solid sounds.He mumbles a prayer,...

    GAZES by Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo

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    GAZESBy Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo  Gazes A refrigerator slides down the street,moved by the wind.Its owner chases it."I'm a doctor!", "I'm a doctor!",she will have to say,this...