Home Poetry - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

Poetry - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

    TO THAW by Annelise Mozzoni

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    TO THAWBy Annelise Mozzoni Kenmore Electric Dryer Room steeped in blue,her and I,folding cotton waves. Standing in a swallow of light,she pulls sheets outlike taffyfrom dryer teeth. She strokes my cheek,with toasted thread,wanting me to catch the sheets’...

    SELF TALK by Emily Butler

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    SELF TALKBy Emily Butler  Self Talk Looks like somebody forgot to take their Dylar this morning. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the tracks? Got a bad case of the un-days? The end times? Don’t you...

    MY GRETEL by John O’Connor

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    MY GRETELby John O'Connor  My Gretel My sister never called me Hanselbut she knew I would lead her to trouble.The hollyhocks looked at us mischievously from the frost wall garden and we stole outin the twilight to...

    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 I dream wellchance encounters on grand boulevardswhere peacocks admire themselvesin...

    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 weighs all the water downburdening one pound per beadof morbid...

    LEAPING WITH YOUR LEGS LOCKED by Don McLeod

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    LEAPING WITH YOUR LEGS LOCKEDBy Don McLeod                                                                                                                Excerpt from the full-length poetry book (Leaping With Your Legs Locked) Leaping With Your Legs Locked(section 4) the retarded boy down the streetsaid hey I want to be somebodyI knew what...

    MY FAVORITE NIECE by Patrick Mahoney

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    MY FAVORITE NIECEBy Patrick Mahoney THE BASEMENT OR THE ATTIC The line is long and never-endingAs it winds throughout the skyAcross the clouds that hide the sunAnd stars that never shineThe melting pot of human formsBlend...

    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 woman, some time later,in a courtroom.Mrs. Toolson is eight months...

    PURPLE DAWN by Edward Bonner

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    PURPLE DAWNBy Edward Bonner FEW WILL HEAR HIS WORDS What thou find in a poor man's walletAn amazing talentTo surviveHolding true to God's wordA secret for this man to cuddle on a doorstepTo wake in the...