Home Poetry - Year III - Number 16 - September 2018

Poetry - Year III - Number 16 - September 2018

    JANUARY by Laura Foley

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    JANUARYby Laura Foley    JanuaryA blizzard of cyclone-cold windwhips snow in Elysian driftsaround Stygian pines,builds fantastical walls around the house,turns familiar woods otherworldly,provides a world of reasons to stay inside,as the finches at the...

    ROAD TRIP by Sarah Sherwood

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    ROAD TRIPby Sarah Sherwood A Wild Place I come from a place quite untouched by fame,Where waters flow, quiet and pure.In this place, there’s no conquest...

    NEW TESTAMENT by George Held

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    NEW TESTAMENTby George Held  New Testament And the land shall open like a giant vaginaallowing the re-birth channel to swallowall the detritus of our sick civilization...

    IDENTITY by Jan Wiezorek

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         IDENTITYby Jan Wiezorek   IdentityWho knows that he’sa young male,though all muscleand inbred so muchas to make problemsmanaging identity.He hears tree frogsclick open the legs   of a wetland.No one hearsthe swan unfolding her neckagainst...

    LEMONS FOR CLARA by Leslie Philibert

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    LEMONS FOR KLARAby Leslie Philibert  Lemons for Klara for Klara Grünzweig 1957-2016 drops of river or ice patches;all of this without your noticebut...

    COMFORT IN A THEORY by Mark Taksa

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    COMFORT IN A THEORYby Mark Taksa Comfort in a Theory The watering can I hold over a daisyis dry. Waiting for my neighbor to appearin her...

    RENAMED by Tom Laichas

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    RENAMED by Tom Laichas  At the Edge of Air When the newborn inhales the Breath, flesh and clay still comingle.Between earth and this...

    THIS IS MY EVENING by Diarmuid ó Maolalai

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    THIS IS MY EVENINGby Diarmuid ó Maolalai Israel and Palestine. I had put the goldfishin a small tank by the windowand had named them(some joke)Israel and...

    STEEL PROPHET by Jonathan DeCoteau

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    STEEL PROPHETby Jonathan DeCoteau  Steel Prophet The split-second cleaving of foliage—gauntFrom the haunches of marauding night—peeks through, with lead-tongued pantingAnd black crescent eyes:It is a baby...

    SYNTHESIS by Tucker Lux

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         SYNTHESISby Tucker Lux   SYNTHESISIt can happen anywhereall at once.Memories bringtrees to applausecooling, brushing skinenvelopinvade.Summer’s first whisperbrings allwayward ghosts homefrom haunting the scentI trail.Medicine for a fractured heart,split so many waysMidwestern airprairie sweet.If I...