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Poetry - Year IV - Number 20 - January 2019

    SLICK by Mia Condic

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    SLICKby Mia Condic #1SLICKI knew a guy in collegehe listened only to classical musica psychology studentyou could tell he was destined for a future inphilosophical monologuesthe way he orchestrated the words from hisclassical mouthbut a...

    ORANGE CAT by Mark Jamieson

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    ORANGE CATby Mark Jamieson   She Could BeShe would be the proof in the pudding,Once beyond the should not or shoulding.Ever always, that one stitch in time,Willing and able, to save other nine.Her manner, sweeter more...

    OUT OF THE BLUE IS TRUE by Tim Suermondt

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    OUT OF THE BLUE IS TRUEby Tim Suermondt   DEAUVILLE The morning comes like movie stars,movie stars in sailboats. I’m no star in any configuration,but I acknowledge Beauty’s pecking orderand I gladly give her a pass on my...

    TALK RADIO by Sugar Tobey

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    TALK RADIOby Sugar Tobey Tang Dynasty Poem She looks twenty but she’s abouttwelve hundred years old nowthe tang dynasty was a long time ago she still waits for a young manto come and dig her a carp...

    HOPES by Alexa Tirapelli

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    HOPESby Alexa Tirapelli “Hopes”His name was Bud Hopes, or Lou –something like that, or what-have-you.They found his journal in an abandoned barnamong dusty knick-knacks and next to his body,to which he had done some harm.They...

    CHARLEY BOND by William Schoedel

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    CHARLEY BONDby William Schoedel He came upon me suddenlyBefore I could retreatHis long lean figureWrapped in an abused overlong grey coatWith a shock of nearly pure white hairTumbling from beneathThe confines of a tattered woolen...

    OLD SALT by Christina Petrides

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    OLD SALTby Christina Petrides Old Salt Flushed from alcohol, wind and weather,And grooved from age,The woman clutches her fishing rod and glares at the sea.It twinkles back at herAnd crashes unconcerned into the rocks below. Barista There’s a...

    EYELASH by Glen Armstrong

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    EYELASHby Glen Armstrong   Eyelash It is not strange enough.Nor beautiful enough to discuss.At length in the museum’s coffee shop.I’m remembering it differently.The bees both threaten.                                                                     And reinvigorate the landscape.The sky looks like paper.Another skinny girl.Makes a wish...

    KELP LASER by Daniel King

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    KELP LASERby Daniel King Anyon Ethos So I will Preserve; so I will DestroyAn anyon is my soul; and as a boyHoneyed is your clayMy plan is advancing dharmaThose times I am hailed as Rama. Pray. So...

    ILLUMINATING POETRY by Judith Simon Prager

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    ILLUMINATING POETRYby Judith Simon Prager Illuminating Poetry A candle, held up to the unknown          to fathom, or to pray against, what darkness holds.A lighthouse searchlight,          reaching out to assess the terrain          and find, in all that is, the similars...