Home Poetry - Year III - Number 12 - April 2018

Poetry - Year III - Number 12 - April 2018

    FREEDOM by Razmik Grigoryan, translated by Maro Ghukasyan

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    FREEDOM by Razmik Grigoryan, translated by  Maro Ghukasyan  When I understood                                                                   that the start of triumph                                                             is made on defeat,I let you goon the last day ofmy...

    SOMETHING BLUE by Heather Lee Rogers

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        SOMETHING BLUEby Heather Lee Rogers    Nuclear Fission You see our lovewas just good chemistrythose first date cocktails ofraw pheromonesand evolutionary drive,despite your egowe are not divinejust well-dressed test tubesmixing atomsand hot moleculesso when our...

    A PLACE WITHOUT JARS by Graham McLennan

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    A PLACE WITHOUT THE JARSby Graham McLennan UNTITLED XVI Amenability unboundby dying oaks holdinga city built uponthe wrist bones of youthaware of their timelytrial of agingdeterioration...

    THE WAR’S SON by Anwer Ghani

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    THE WAR'S SONby Anwer Ghani The War ’s Son The soldiers have returned but the capitals of my chants are still whizzing like a slim mosquito...

    THE CIRCLE by Marc Carver

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    THE CIRCLEby Marc Carver AMBIVALENCE The man stands at the barhe tries to talk to everyone who comes to the barbut most ignore himI don't know...

    SUMMER by Sarah Snyder

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    SUMMERby Sarah Snyder Summer Surrounded by low bushesand small thorny plants, I sit, still and small beside the sharp branchesunder a porch, listen...

    SURFERS by Byron Beynon

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    SURFERSBy Byron Beynon BOB DYLAN: BLOOD ON THE TRACKS The strong cardboard sleeve camewith Till's photographas the back cover turnedto an illustration by Oppenheim;I'd heard Dylan...

    BIG HEADED ANNA by Stephanie E. Dickinson

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    big headed annaBy Stephanie E. Dickinson New Orleans, Louisiana. 1913. Yearning. Big-Headed Anna Imagines Herself asa Strange, Beautiful Name *

    JOSIE by Sahina Jerome

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    JOSIEby Sahina Jerome JosieThe days, months leading up to her death anniversaryis like being punchedin the lungs.You're gasping for breath.You're grasping for something that will ever beunreachable.The day of...

    ESPERANZA by Manuel Madera

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    ESPERANZAby Manuel Madera A Follower OF Desolation There is not muchI do when I thinkOf the birchesResting in the woods. Once in a...