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Poetry - Year III - Number 18 - November 2018

    RUBY THROAT by Jessica Sabo

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    RUBY THROATBy Jessica Sabo   ruby throatsit down she saysmake yourself comfortableput the napkin in your lap / keep your hands folded / sit up straight she sayscross your ankleslift your chinact like you...

    THE PERFECT POEM by JR Solonche

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    THE PERFECT POEMBy JR Solonche SONNET X X is the first letter of the fewest words, onereason why X is my favorite letter.X is a person,...

    RETICENCE by Rick Adams

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    RETICENCEBy Rick Adams reticence a heart shatteredlike a brokenmirror; the shardsof glass slitthe wrists ofa man’s desire plagued with lonelinessand fear andhatred and...

    THE NAMELESS by Lisa Zaran

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    THE NAMELESSBy Lisa Zaran The NamelessWho are we but immigrants too.Who are we but a lost Country.Who are we but tin blind, partially broken,desperado’s too are we not.Who are...

    LOVED LETTER by Thea Tomaini

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    LOVED LETTERBy Thea Tomaini Loved Letter A letter sent from a long-lost loverOpened with much hesitation trepidationUnfolding it in thirds and turning it overReveals the paper...

    AMERICA by Ken W. Simpson

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    AMERICABy Ken W. Simpson File number thirty-eight America The land of the freea paradoxwhere hypocriteswithout ethicsor moral principlesembraced by hateare programmedto cheat the...

    SIMULTANEOUS WORLDS by Mark Hurtubise

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    SIMULTANEOUS WORLDSBy Mark Hurtubise Momentary Tree Visit Oak -  holder of leaf nations,passageway for squirrels,jay and crow scribe. From its...

    LITTLE BLACK BOY by Daniel Jackson

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    LITTLE BLACK BOYBy Daniel Jackson LITTLE BLACK BOY       after William Blake As a stubborn child my father hit me,his hand glistening black as AfroSheen...

    FIREHOUSE BABY by Austen Roye

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    FIREHOUSE BABYBy Austen Roye 1. hang in there my springboard is a type ofsocial solitudepublicly isolated with head downin plain sight.managed two maybe threehours of sleep...

    REFLECTIONS ON TIES THAT BIND by Jan Little

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    REFLECTIONS ON TIES THAT BINDBy Jan Little If marriage offered a narrow tether like Denmark’s attachment to Europe,I could have conformed that much to a husband’s wantsAnd gladly given...