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Poetry - Year III - Number 14 - July 2018

    LUNCH WITH JESUS by Belinda Subraman

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    LUNCH WITH JESUSby Belinda Subraman    Lunch With JesusWe held hands around the tableat Applebee’s and prayed before eating.Fox Network was there and low self-esteem.“The white cops were right,” they chanted.“More people need beating,We need more...

    DAMN THIS DAY by Andrew Spence

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    DAMN THIS DAYby Andrew Spence  Tin Foil From Fukushima No RainNot often // Government Conspiracy Theory #1 the Tin Foil is madein Fukushima nowThe Believers are contaminatedrain could wash it awaythey knowthey sent their weather changers,those weird...

    MUSIC BEHIND THE MELODY by Jean-Mark Sens

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    MUSIC BEHIND THE MELODYby Jean-Mark Sens  Music behind the melody Leave the melody behind to hear the musiccoming out of the sound, notes pluckedrun quick over the sidewalk, shoes tapping and stiletto crescendo,a rumbling of trains, pianograffity—MingusA...

    REDTOP, MO by Robert Eastwood

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    REDTOP, MO.by Robert Eastwood   Concord Airport, CA.          She sits, restored, on tarmac,blunt-nose-twin-barrels erect––a squat, ponderous bird in California sun. Old men, the stooped gray,waver into line, peer up into her bay.Aboard, they balance & crouch.They mull dark...

    TONIGHT by John Horvath

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    TONIGHTby John Horvath    TONIGHT I am yours ‘til earth crumblestoo soon, too soon it crumblesdogs howling along the streetsbitches marking their discontenttoo soon it crumbles, too soonbe mine ‘til moonfall and daybreak  WORRY ABOUT A LOVER WHO...

    SONG CHANGES by Emily Brummett

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    SONG CHANGESby Emily Brummett                                        They would go to the barevery week after work,to “Karaoke Thursday”.Together.After graduating,she moved in with him:each drowning in eight yearsof student loans,ready to start their lives.She knew he started going more,“a...

    POLITICAL by Peter Leight

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    POLITICALby Peter Leight  PoliticalToday I got up in the morning and started promising everything I could think of,together with some things I’ve never even thought of,it makes me feel political,I’m looking in the mirror to see...

    GNOMON AND GLASS by Robert René Galván

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    GNOMON AND GLASSby Robert René Galván  Gnomon and Glass * Time’s wing casts a shadowon the spun world; The pendulous moonbeats the shore intograins of sand; We fill the glassand watch them dropthrough the elegant waistso that we...