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Poetry - Year III - Number 18 - November 2018

    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...

    BABY POEM by C.H. Coleman

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    BABY POEMBy C.H. Coleman Naughty Feel delicious? Okay!“Decadent,” say it,think: herding happinessisn’t always enjoyable. One button too far ona billowy blouse revealsenough already...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    POKHARA, THE CITY OF ANGELS by Bikal Paudel

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    POKARA, THE CITY OF ANGELSBy Bikal Paudel Hour Hand’s Message to a friend Dear minute hand, I wait for you for an hourAnd...

    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...

    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...

    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...