Home Poetry - Year III - Number 17 - October 2018

Poetry - Year III - Number 17 - October 2018

    STARS by Cecilia Devine

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    STARSby Cecilia Devine AugustWhat would you thinkIf I told youI dreamt ofyour open-mouthed kisses on my neckAndyour touch against my leg-stained with the Redwood Earth?You and I hidden altogether...

    ELVIS by Gayle Compton

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    ELVISby Gayle Compton Elvis The whole world's gone crazy!Gone hog wild over Elvis Presley and thatold sinful rock and roll!Daddy slams his big coal miner's fiston...

    NIGHT: A VISION by Christien Gholson

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    NIGHT: A VISIONby Christien Gholson Transubstantiation 1. Who owns the note to the house? CitiMortgage owns the note. No, it's Freddie Mac. Trace...

    FILE NUMBER THIRTY-ONE by Ken W. Simpson

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    FILE NUMBER THIRTY-ONEby Ken Simpson Drowning Shadows of familiar facesappear in dreamsas memoriesempty of empathybefore disappearing. The Vanity of Disbelief

    IN A PORTUGUESE FIELD by George Moore

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    IN A PORTUGUESE FIELDby George Moore In a Portuguese Field A dolmen by abandoned railsthat cross this terrible, empty fieldin lower Europe, and the gravetoppled sometime...

    LIGHT OF DELIGHT by Catherine Rohsner

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    LIGHT OF DELIGHTby Catherine Rohsner College is where life fantastically bloomsa setting of great expectations, and when you’ve lived it:Immortality, Immaturity—a gathering of the young. Take...

    HAIKU BETWEEN THE EARTH AND THE STARS by David Boyer

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    HAIKU BETWEEN THE EARTH AND THE STARSby David Boyer  Haiku Between the Earth and the Starsmilk splash in coffee the weather report for Jupiterforest at dawn when she lied like a kaleidoscopeto be...

    WHO IS SHE? by Magdalena Garcia

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    WHO IS SHE?by Magdalena Garcia Who Is She Don’t you see that she doesn’t care about you like me but still you love her more than...

    THE DRINKING POEM by Jesse Domingos

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    THE DRINKING POEMby Jesse Domingos What’s In a Name Who was he?The man I am named after, Jesse.A king, a warrior?No, A shepherd...

    LOWER THE BLINDS by Edward Bonner

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    LOWER THE BLINDSby Edward Bonner A faint murmured word spoken with a stunning smile.Like opening your eyes in the early morning and gazing at Jupiter all alone.A surreal glow...