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Poetry - Year III - Number 19 - December 2018

    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 your teaFrom that chipped cupOn Spring Street And one day we'll...

    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...

    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 plane and look out into the...

    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...

    TRIBUTE by Heide Arbitter

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    TRIBUTEby Heide Arbitter These daysSome assertHistory is a lieThe Holocaust never happenedSomebody made it up In Washington, DCCapitol to a countryOf assailed settlersThe blood of recollectionSprinkled on soilFertilized CementAnd blossomedMemory Some insistAll visit the Nation’s CapitolTo throw...

    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 to see,and wonders if a setlike that exists in him. He wants to know those...

    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 of shouldersstaring straight ahead.  A steady...

    DREAM PARK by Dominique Williams

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    DREAM PARKby Dominique Williams   Dream ParkIn my tour of the vast and endless city of exquisite white marble and verdant green grass, I came upon a corner which led to a dead end. With my...