Poetry - Year III - Number 17 - October 2018

    GUITAR STATUE by Helen Hagemann

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    GUITAR STATUEby Helen Hagemann Guitar Statue A dark grey, a very dark grey, quite dark it is almost black. This statue is a composition not for practice. Ordinarily, a guitar would stand in a better place,...

    I SEE THE GREAT CITIES by Joseph A. Dandurand

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    I SEE THE GREAT CITIESby Joseph A. Dandurand I did not gatherwe are all here for thesame reason or anotherand the breaths we take inand out and in and outgive us the time toexperience all...

    SAVE FACE by Marissa Lucatorto

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    SAVE FACEby Marissa Lucatorto YouYouYou who invade my dreamsAttack my mindEnrage my spiritYouWho comes to meWhen it is darkWhen no one else is aroundWhen everything is quiet, silent, stillYouWho make me think terrible thoughtsMake me...

    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 byA canopy of trees.I could have...

    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 the supper tablesloshing red rot Krogers Spotlight coffeeall over Mother's...

    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 the note through the ether and you'll find it's probably in a cloud on...

    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 The lure of lunacybeckons mindsdeprived of honestyexploited by mythsamd liesabout patriotismparadise and pride.

    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 in the first centuryand near the rusted tracksstill ringing with...

    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 your turn and consequences will abound:friendships, hot tea warming hands,plentiful...

    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 as many...