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Poetry - Year III - Number 18 - November 2018

    ODE TO MADAM CURIE by Bray McDonald

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    ODE TO MADAM CURIEBy Bray McDonald Ode to Madam Curie Whyfinds no comfortin reason. Shoutingdoesn’t help.Beggingbecomes a fierce round eggfree to ponder. What whips the creamof knowledgeis a sacrificiallamb. The Madonna of the Lilies     (William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1899) The pure white petals...

    PROLONGING by William Snyder

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    PROLONGINGBy William Snyder    PROLONGINGShe told me towait a little while.I said okay,I’ll wait outside.Ry Cooder, JoniMitchell, somebodyin Chains—they play and play.I slept last nightin the hollow comfortof the downstairs couch.Alone.I asked herto come too,but she...

    ONION by Amanda Leigh

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    ONIONBy Amanda Leigh OnionIf I peel off your layers like an onion,Will I find the ripe in you?Are you somewhere down under,Holding an abeyance of the truth?Your mind is a chasm;A puzzle I can’t seem...

    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 we but homelesswith our pawnshop belongings,our...

    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 peopledestabilisedemocratically electednationsinstall dictatorspersecute and terrorise.

    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 came down like coal-tarand dyed me blue as a Nelly Queen,because I sparkled, I...

    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 kiln, the sun exhalesafterlife upon you. *  Stepping into your silhouette -a breathing . . . irreversible memoriesor prophecies from...

    RESILIENCE by Andrew Hubbard

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    RESILIENCEBy Andrew Hubbard My first name is MarybethMy last name changes about once a decade. I bought this little log cabinWith a stone-fenced vegetable patchFor a backyard, and startedReading gardening books,Started getting my hands dirtyWith some...

    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 all that connected me to him...

    HIS HAND by Amelia Abdullah

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    HIS HANDBy Amelia Abdullah   Dear mama,MamaThe first word of love to ever leave my lipsThe strongest name to call a womanThe hardest job to take onThe mightiest soldier to ever walk the planetThe most beautiful...