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Poetry - Year III - Number 14 - July 2018

    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...

    ILLUSION by Don Thompson

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         ILLUSIONby Don Thompson    WaningThe crescent moon flat on its backBleeds out, low in the WestWith no stars nearby—witnessesWho didn’t want to get involved.    IllusionNo wind, but sparrows like leavesScatter as if blown away,Undoing a...

    FLOWERS SCENES FOR THE PRRIE-DIEU by Anna Evas

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    FLOWERS SCENES FOR THE PRIE-DIEUBy Anna Evas      1    Wisteria How is it, being real,you evoke the unreal?In Tuam, your aerial lavenderssuggest a soiree...

    ACROSS MY BROW by Thad Elmore

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    ACROSS MY BROW by Thad Elmore Beyond the fence I keep a garden out back just beyond the fenceIf you stand on a...

    NAILS by Jennifer Lauren Collins

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    NAILSby Jennifer L. Collins  NailsYou used to paint your nails,fluttering them in the airaround us as if they were mosquitosto dart and stingtheir color along clothingor my cheek,threatening feminine touchwhile drying on makeshift...

    VELIMIR KHLEBNIKOV’S POETRY translated by Boris Kokotov

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    VELIMIR CHLEBNIKOV POEMStranslated by Boris Kokotov I don't know whether the Earth is spinning or not... I don't know whether the Earth is spinning or not,                           It...

    GHOST GUMS by Jan Napier

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    GHOST GUMSby Jan Napier PINK QUARTZ PEBBLE Who knows how to speak the philosophy of stone?Each pebble dust humble but not easily formed for all that.  Born...

    THESE ARE THE OPEN ARMS by Ralph Geeplay

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    THESE ARE THE OPEN ARMSby Ralph Geeplay These Are the Open Arms You woke me upwhen I was dead,teaching the nightstars wantonly to obeythe Atlantic; then...

    ARTISAN by Anthony Lawrence

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    ARTISANby Anthony Lawrence    Leonard CohenAt a Jewish food stall, considering knaidlach, shakshuka and falafel, Leonard Cohen took my order. His apron was dusted with fingerprints. His name badge flashed in the sun as...

    MISSING MESSAGES by David Ryan Palmer

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    MISSING MESSAGESby David Ryan Palmer The White Letters Dearest son,I hope this letter finds you well. I have not seen your address since the accident, but my friends here have...