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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 settled.We know it all now.No more...

    I STAND IN WATER by Keith Hoerner

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    I STAND IN WATERby Keith Hoerner I stand in water. It sloshes ’round my scuffed black leather wingtips, laps up the ankles of my rumpled dress slacks, turns khaki to the color of murky brown. Onlookers...

    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 of perfection.  Inevitably, the sheen began to tarnish.  She was too...

    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 his heartBlack as coalHard as iceTheir...

    WANT by Caitlin Muse

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    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 the shoulder), take flight at our...

    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 for the past five years anotherfrog has lived in the same pond until consecutive hundred-degreedays heat...

    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 the owner put it on saleAt...

    COME IN SINNER by Gail Willems

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    COME IN SINNERby Gail Willems COME IN SINNER give us this day our daily breadeyes burn   swollen faces line-upa hussled order for bread and a small sip payoff for dumb kneeswhere many vows were made and forgotten forgive...