Home Poetry - Year III - Number 14 - July 2018

Poetry - Year III - Number 14 - July 2018

    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...

    SUNRISE by George Korolog

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    SUNRISEby George Korolog  Smelling as a Position Now there is just the hard cement under your feet,a foot path where birds might surprise youwith a suggestion...

    A STUDIO DISTURBANCE by John Grey

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    A STUDIO DISTURBANCEby John Grey UNCLE RAY’S MEMORIES OF VIETNAM In one battlehe saw a soldierripped to piecesby barbed wire and shell,and the guy pleaded with...

    BEYOND THE HEAVENS by Edward Bonner

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    BEYOND THE HEAVENSby Edward V. Bonner    Radiant FlamesThe shifting currents shoulder the cerebral coast, sending sediment through your brain.Instinctively the mind wakes more quickly to agony,than a star-shaped heart radiant with flames.Brushing silicafrom your fingers...Scars of persuasionlike a...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...