Poetry - Year III - Number 17 - October 2018

    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

    LONG FORGOTTEN MISERY by Jon Benham

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    LONG FORGOTTEN MISERYby Jon Benham Long forgotten misery. They say,control, control,condone, condone.Maybe then, your progresswill have been shown.Why must the view of window panebe to blame...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    INTRICATE MEANDERS OF BRITTLE LAND by Eduardo Escalante

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    INTRICATE MEANDERS OF BRITTLE LANDby Eduardo Escalante Episodes to remember How many times do I think I've losta river, culture, language, the sense of the first...

    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...

    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...

    BELLE VOIR by Marc Carver

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    BELLE VOIRby Marc Carver BELLE VOIR As we sat in the restaurantone of the woman who worked in the restaurant cameand sat opposite me for a...

    YOU HAD ME AT GOODBYE by Alan Berger

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    YOU HAD ME AT GOODBYEby Alan Berger All the things you left behind.Your toothbrush, your pillow, where you would rest your restless mind.The book you wrote and read out...