Poetry - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

    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...

    (S)LAUGHTER by Henry Reneau

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    (S)LAUGHTERBy Henry 7. Reneau, Jr. (S)laughter Silent as something dark to sparkle from.  The slight degreeswhere the truth goes missing.  When we exit with or without intentionone ruthless traditionof social ruination for another.  The antidote'sunmentioned nod to...

    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, though not...

    ON VIEWING THE CORPSE OF MY MOTHER-IN-LAW by Nolo Segundo

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    ON VIEWING THE CORPSE OF MY MOTHER-IN-LAW By Nolo Segundo How could this –thing, have been her?Lying shriveled and small on the bedAs those who loved (and feared) herGathered in the bereft hospital roomTo let their...

    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 pause to considerthe usual solidity of truffles,the absence, most times,of...

    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...

    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...

    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...