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

    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...

    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

    GONE GIRL by Lana Bella

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    GONE GIRLBy Lana Bella ENWREATHED Now she knew it has been wintersoaking long stretches of rivers and fields. Moving hands intopockets thick of tweed, skin feltthe hollows flaked...

    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...

    FAREWELL by George Freek

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    FAREWELLBy George Freek FAREWELL (After Tu Fu) Now we have to part.You go in one direction,I go in the other.Will we be drunk together,ever again? Last...

    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)

    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...

    CLARITY by Irene Mitchell

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    CLARITYBy Irene Mitchell Premonition Fallen grapes eaten beneath the vines’ enclosure.All those annoying twists and tangles. Wiser not to dwell on complexitybut feast on...

    LOVELY DREAMS by Mitchel Montagna

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    LOVELY DREAMSBy Mitchel Montagna For Ann, 1953-1970 There’s darkness ahead, with reels of grief.But on Christmas Eve nobody could know.They gathered in church to voice their...