Home Poetry - Year IV - Number 21 - February 2019

Poetry - Year IV - Number 21 - February 2019

    ETERNAL AND INFINITE by Scott Thomas Outlar

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    ETERNAL AND INFINITEby Scott Thomas Outlar Loki’s Ammunition Sometimes we mustset the book asidefor a moment,exhale a deep breath,and exclaim,“My God, that’s what a poem is!”

    UNHOLY MEDICINE by Mark J. Mitchell

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    UNHOLY MEDICINEby Mark J. Mitchell UNHOLY MEDICINE If Buddha had a coldwould the eight-spoked wheelstill start to turn? Would the diamond vehicleconvey learned...

    THAT OLD BLACK MAGIC by Gary Beck

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    THAT OLD BLACK MAGICby Gary Beck Machine Learning Before a car can drivewithout a human,one must first get behind the wheel.As the driver accelerates,stops and turns...

    BUS TO SANTEE, SOUTH CAROLINA by John Horváth

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    BUTTON COLLECTIONby Howard Winn   BUTTON COLLECTIONBringing order to our mother’s house,as she sat in her rocking chairwatching a daytime television program,my sister threw out old candy boxescontaining buttons hoardedfrom at least sixty years.They...

    PEN SAND by Luke Skoza

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    LOVEby Katharine Studer Love Before the word is spokenA man might walk on handsDangling mid-air without a net or wire,Concentrating to keep the weightof his legs...

    BUTTON COLLECTION by Howard Winn

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    BUTTON COLLECTIONby Howard Winn   BUTTON COLLECTIONBringing order to our mother’s house,as she sat in her rocking chairwatching a daytime television program,my sister threw out old candy boxescontaining buttons hoardedfrom at least sixty years.They...

    LOVE by Katharine Studer

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    LOVEby Katharine Studer Love Before the word is spokenA man might walk on handsDangling mid-air without a net or wire,Concentrating to keep the weightof his legs...

    RESURRECTION by Barry Silesky

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    RESSURECTIONby Barry Silesky RESURRECTION A phone call tells me I’m breathing and the world returns.  Isn’t that what they mean by God?  It must be what...

    THE LOST RIVER by Jane Varley

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    THE LOST RIVERby Jane Varley Hummingbirds The varmint squirrel dropped a gnawed          pinecone like a grenade out of a fir tree                    and a hummingbird turnedmy ear inside out,          rapidfire...

    WHAT SHE NEEDS by Sophie Chen

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    WHAT SHE NEEDSby Sophie Chen SHAMEFUL GOODBYESShe gave you all she hadinterminable affectionday to night fondnessa bundle of peaceon nights you canhardly think straightthe after hourswhere even tequilacouldn't calm...