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Poetry - Year III - Number 19 - December 2018

    TENDER WORDS by Dayna Lellis

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    TENDER WORDSby Dayna Lellis   Shroud of StubbornnessThe quicksand is devouring her.She’s struggling, sobbing for help.I rush to pull her to safety.She refuses to take my rope.I scramble to find other options.I offer her...

    WIRED by Michael Milburn

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    WIREDby Michael Milburn WIRED He’s quick to find thingswrong about himself,or makes them upto feed his insecurity, sees flaws in peoplethey seem not...

    RHINOCEROS by Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo

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    RHINOCEROSby Thomas Sanchez Hidalgo It’s four a.m. I have serious problems. And a Magnum in my pocket. Minutes later, dozens of crows, over a crowd of scrapyard parts (near...

    UNDERNEATH by Roger Singer

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    UNDERNEATHby Roger Singer UNDERNEATHFall back under early stars.The sea moves reflective waves,pulsing onto sand, building likeengines of thunderous clouds.Streams of people merge intotemporary spaces; strangers oncorners, a brief land...

    THREE SEASONS by A.R. Francis

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    THREE SEASONSby A.R. Francis Three seasons Three seasons have passedSince I knew youSince I knew the way your scarfFell across your shoulderOr the way you sipped...

    LOTUS by Martina Reisz Newberry

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    LOTUSby Martina Reisz Newberry 1. LOTUS On the other side of the mountain,my wealthy friend has built a castle.It was a long project but now sits,

    ALEX ON HIS GUITAR by Linda Barrett

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    ALEX ON HIS GUITARby Linda Barrett Alex on His Guitar@2016 Linda BarrettHe got it as a gift from his fatherOn Christmas EveThe acoustic guitar of deep mahoganyCost around $500But...

    PERFECTLY BLIND by Philip Wexler

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    PERFECTLY BLINDby Philip Wexler Perfectly Blind Her pledges, at the outset, sincere, genuineand most of all, honored.  Thus, you took refugefor a spell in the mirage...

    WANT by Caitlin Muse

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    ON MY FLIGHT TO NEW YORK (REMEMBERING MY DEAR MOTHER) by Dr. Raymond Fenech

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    ON MY FLIGHT TO NEW YORK(REMEMBERING MY DEAR MOTHER)by Dr. Raymond Fenech I don’t think I’ll ever be closer to you as I am nowAs I fly on this...