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Poetry - Year III - Number 19 - December 2018

    PENETRATING SECRETS by Cynthia Pitman

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    PENETRATING SECRETSby Cynthia Pitman PENETRATING SECRETSWith all your science can you tell how it is — & whence it is, that light comes into the soul?-- ThoreauThe science is...

    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...

    THE PARTY by Laura Solomon

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        THE PARTYby Laura Solomon   The PartyYou have to be dead to be invited to this party.As is to be expected, all the stars are here.Janis, Marilyn, Jesus.There are ordinary people too though.Kevin Watson...

    DARK LOVE by Ayanna Lopez

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    DARK LOVEby Ayanna Lopez      Dark LoveThis angel fellShe lost her lightTrudging through the gates of hellShe gave up the fightNo man or godCould bring her backUntil she looked into...

    POND FROG by Dr. Nathanael O’Reilly

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    POND FROGby Nathanael O'Reilly Pond Frog a young frog makes her homein the backyard pond beneath the stone water featureunaware that every summer

    THE NEXT TIMES by Margarita Serafimova

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    THE NEXT TIMESby Margarita Serafimova The next times were surrounding me,and everything in their evening lightwas quivering with unconscious potential. I was yearning for you, for...

    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...

    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...

    AND THE WINDOW IS SMALLER by Hannah Paige

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        AND THE WINDOW IS SMALLERby Hannah Paige  Dear Staples, here are your rubber bands backDeteriorating love is a funny thing.You build up this glowing mass of memories and emotions.It’s a warm rubber band...