Home Poetry - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

Poetry - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

    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

    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...

    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...

    OUT IN THE DISTANCE by Holly Day

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    OUT IN THE DISTANCEBy Holly Day Spring ice melts in noisy rivuletsresumes descent on muddy river banks poking its greasy snout out of...

    AMBITION by Abigail Van Kirk

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    AMBITIONBy Abigail Van Kirk Ambition Scrape coffee grounds from under nails for the altar. Lift up tatters of atriums and ventricles,two each for disheartened...

    WHEN YOU WERE BORN by Colin Dodds

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    WHEN YOU WERE BORNBy Colin Dodds     Cardiopolis Floating through the worlddispensing permissionunknowinglyCranes raise houses, office boxesbivouacs for a war not yet agreed uponBuildings like the stock exchangeblossom in the snowAt midday in midtowntowers pose...

    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...

    WALKING by Patrick Hurley

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    WALKING…selectionsBy Patrick Hurley *** letters and numbers convergethen dissolve into pure sound suddenly visible in the pavementa repeated pattern of circles

    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...

    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,...