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Poetry - Year III - Number 15 - August 2018

    THE STORY OF LIFE by Linda Casebeer

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    THE STORY OF LIFEby Linda Casebeer  The story of life We could feel the evening falling around usthough it was noon when clouds covered the sunabove the chapel lit only by natural lightfiltering through the windowsand...

    AFTER THE RAIN by Jack Brown

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    AFTER THE RAINby Jack Brown  AFTER THE RAIN The squirrels told herit was safe to talk with me.Birds who protected her beforegave their approval.They look after their own.Wearing ribbons of struggleshe beckoned with woundsand wonder. Seekingthe...

    BORROW by Mike Li

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    BORROWby Mike Yunxuan Li  BorrowMike is not my name,I told you.I borrowed it from Bibleto roam the land of Uncle Sam.It’s my tuxedo and pasta,a manbehind which the I hid and ate,slept, woke and educated.Shame...

    AT THE TEMPLE OF THE MUSIC GOD by Felix Purat

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    AT THE TEMPLE OF THE MUSIC GODby Felix Purat Memories of Baja California in Crete Above the submarine chamber of Aegean AtlantisRugged slopes of the Sierra Giganta riseMy friend back then was indeed AnubisAn actual friend,...

    OLD SCHOOL by Tony Tracy

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    OLD SCHOOLby Tony Tracy Physiography The phenomenon is irrefutable; a true scientificand earthly wonder, mathematical improbabilitythat leaves scholars of astrology scratching their heads to explain, and pundits of scripture andChristianity gawking through their $10 cardboardsunglasses as midday light...

    THE CLIMATE TODAY by Rafiki Chemari

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    THE CLIMATE TODAYby Rafiki Chemari   “THE CLIMATE OF TODAY” Is God raging or crying?With these…Massive storms,And violent quakes. The ones that make, break,And unequivocally shake…Cities, counties, families,And cultures! So when (Uncle) HarveyCame to visit usIn theLone Star state...

    LOVE CALLS OF FOXES by Jack Conway

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    LOVE CALLS OF FOXESby Jack Conway   Love Calls of Foxes Last night I heard the gray fox howl,along the old stone wall,three yips and then a scream,ungodly sounds,its ritual mating call.Love calls of foxes,reminds usthat love...

    A POET’S QUILL by Antoine Airoldi

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    A POET’S QUILLby Antoine Airoldi   A poet’s quill grows so slow;From a bird in mid air, too low;Loses its flight attendant, oh;Watch its mill flow even more;When the seasons change;The days shrink to an inch;All...