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Poetry - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

    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...

    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’...

    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 pretty sadgentle...

    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 softly whatsnow patterns made, enwreathedto the islands of her bone-bed.Parched...

    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 the watera bullhead lumbers out of torpor, floats to the surface frightens newly-hatched crawfish and...

    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 they are brave for dying when...

    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...

    SEXPECTATIONS by Kathy Coman

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    SEXPECTATIONSBy Kathy Coman  Sexpectationsi can’t help but to thinkabout what tomorrow will bringafter i tasted the sweetness of your kissthat paralyzed my heart what have you done to me that has me longing for days that have...

    MAKING IMAGES by Martin Altman

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    MAKING IMAGESBy Martin Altman Making Images By the painter’s brush                                                               An image is born as picture before it’s born as speech, But in a cloud of pictures,The infant wails until the fog lifts, andThe crowd speaks to...