Home Poetry - Year IV - Number 21 - February 2019

Poetry - Year IV - Number 21 - February 2019

    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...

    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...

    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...

    NE PLUS ULTRA by John Casey

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    NE PLUS ULTRAby John Casey This That momentYour sweet smileElevated meAsked for nothingWarmed my world-worn heartValidated my existence The honest, nova-bright life of...

    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...

    I ALMOST KNEW THIS by Frederick Pollack

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        I ALMOST KNEW THISby Frederick Pollack  I Almost Knew This 1Love is a pleasant, working seaside town.Strangely, its major industriesare neither tourism nor fishing;it lives on gentrificationper se. There’s a small dock.Most of the...

    BRAND OF BROKEN by Madison Smith

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    BRAND OF BROKENby Madison Smith brand of broken They will tell you it’s nature, not nurture. The disorders and the diseases. Because the list of                          Bad Things...

    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...

    HUMAN BEING by William Welch

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    HUMAN BEINGby William Welch Untitled “I’m not Rumpelstiltskin,” I said, joking,then realized how apt it was —that malicious imp coming nightlyto anguished girls, promising to...

    THE PEOPLE WHO VANISH by Ryan Havely

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    THE PEOPLE WHO VANISHby Ryan Havely  The People Who VanishYou wear the wind around youlike a favorite shawl.  I tryto hold you against meand you go to ashes.  Youleave like a storm,tie your...