Poetry - Year III - Number 19 - December 2018

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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

    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...

    COSMOS by Dorsía J Smith

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    COSMOSby Dorsía J. Smith Cosmos My son asks me what happened to his baby brother. What baby brother? The one...