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Poetry - Year III - Number 9 - Volume Two - September 2017

    ROMANCE OF THE MASK by Frederick Pollack

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    ROMANCE OF THE MASKBy Frederick Pollack  Kin By the late seventeenth century he isat least possible, crying “Bring outyour dead” and breaking intohouses where the distinctionis moot; where the doctorswith great beaked masks full of posieshave...

    WALKING by Patrick Hurley

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    WALKING…selectionsBy Patrick Hurley #categories collapse in upon themselvesstrange instruments reshapethe structure of space random interpretations of irregularitywill hold meaning ifone seeks it vague constructions are part of theadditive art but who shaves awaysuperfluous matter? #one night in springjupiter...

    ON THE SANDS OF LIDO by Bob Varghese

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    ON THE SANDS OF LIDOBy B. A. Varghese Knowing It was enoughknowing he was therehis presence like an army of giantsbaritone voices encouragingalong the battle linestrong hands behind meguarding guidingplunging me forward to my future manyet...

    LOTUS by Martina Reisz Newberry

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    LOTUSBy Martina Reisz Newberry  LOTUS On the other side of the mountain,my wealthy friend has built a castle.It was a long project but now sits, quiet as a profound thought, complete.The day I visited her, we hadcoffee...

    PLATONIC LOVE by Ray Fenech

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    PLATONIC LOVEBy Raymond Fenech This Will Never happen to me Syndrome There is Christmas, Easter and Valentine but also depressing advertisements about cancer. Outside - the slime and sleet - endless winter. Never before had I...

    FALLEN SEEDS by Donny Barilla

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    FALLEN SEEDSBy Donny Barilla     Fallen SeedsSweet juices pooled about the floor of my mouth.I snapped the apples skin and felt the floods slap across my tongue.Pulps sauteed the parchment walls of my throatas I opened...

    BALM by Gale Acuff

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    BALMBy Gale Acuff Balm After Sunday School I came home to sinagain, my folks smoking in the kitchenand gulping Yuban and not even dressedand Father unshaven and dishes inthe sink for me to wash later and...

    MORE by Chris Fields

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    MOREBy Christopher Fields      More                                                                                                             Why seek anything morethan a life that slips frictionlessly by?I want more.  I want a life that lashes;I want a life that grinds and scrapes,that prunes away weak piecesexposing lurid truths beneath.I...

    MY NOTEBOOK by Charles Dutka

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    MY NOTEBOOKBy Charles Dutka  Cafe’ in a Basement This green teatastes like cadmiumor is it stardustand raspberries? Its glass container the textureof musicand the color ofrunic magicperformed on a stageof frozen salt. It was the temperature of that bluish...

    WHAT WAS THAT CITY by Mary Crow

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    WHAT WAS THAT CITYBy Mary Crow       WHAT WAS THAT CITY―after Cavafy What city tangled me in its sandy roots,led me into desert, where I gasped at vastness and vacancy, pyramids fringingmiles of nothing growing, a void I vanished...