Home Poetry - Year IV - Number 22 - March 2019

Poetry - Year IV - Number 22 - March 2019

    A VOICE IN THE WILDERNESS by Daniel Miess

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    A VOICE IN THE WILDERNESSby Daniel Miess A Voice in the Wilderness This silence in me is vast; notan abyss; empty yet not empty. A river dispenses through the ravine,carving my name in the rock. On a winding,...

    THE SEASON OF THE PARASITES by Slade Woodward

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    THE SEASON OF THE PARASITESby Slade Woodward “Untitled” I can see the neon sandglow with every step taken.The ground pulseswith music unheard,with time unfocused. Spectacles brimming with salt.Spectacles brimmingwith salt. Vibrancy in a dance acrossthe moonlight, a shakenturn...

    TOP OF THE CYCLONE by Lenny Lewis

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    TOP OF THE CYCLONEby Lenny Lewis                                                    TOP OF THE CYCLONE                                              Fourteen years in the system                                             is no fun. Said Good-bye to Comstock                                             didn't look back. Rode the bus                                             to Port Authority. Walked the Deuce                                            ...

    TRANSFORMATION by Stephanie V Sears

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    TRANSFORMATIONby Stephanie V Sears The shadow of a storm I advise you to sit still at this timecat-like patient but alerta secret even to yourselfserved hand and foot by mystery. Something refreshing is hereas green as an...

    PASSION by Rachel Fox

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    PASSIONby Rachel Fox “Passion”                               She skips through a patch of sunflowers                  And gently brushes the petals through her pale fingers                       The pleasant stench of her peach perfume lingers                                  As she tries to picture her hometown                          And her prince charming...

    GOING, GONE by Doug Bolling

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    GOING, GONEby Doug Bolling          Terret 9 The spillage of itold news creeping, creeping. The cat face of time,the hours before,behind. A hundred sermonsbundled, put to restbehind the fridge. You go it alone,sojourner on a missiontoward shadowland. You take of...

    THE LAND BETWEEN by Brandon Marlon

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    THE LAND BETWEENby Brandon Marlon The Land Between Once the country of our defeat,now a liminal ecotone, zone of our appreciation,an abundant overlap blendingCanadian Shield with St. Lawrence Lowlandsto forge a biodiverse greenbelt of grassland birds,oaken...

    MY MAMA’S WALTZ by Timothy Pilgrim

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    MY MAMA'S WALTZBy Timothy Pilgrim My mama’s waltz(with a nod to Theodore Roethke) The perfume on your dresscould drive a young boy crazy —dark lust, secret untold since —our nightly ritual, flow and bend. We whirled from...

    SAUCER OF STARLIGHT by Bobbi Sinha-Morey

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        SAUCER OF STARLIGHTby Bobbi Sinha-Morey   Saucer of StarlightThe woman with dementiadoesn't come out to sit in herpatio anymore and her windchimes no longer caressed bythe wind have lost their sound;the only spark of bright energyare...

    SWIMMING WITH PICASSO by Mike Jurkovic

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    SWIMMING WITH PICASSOBy Mike Jurkovic We Will Judge Angels We will judge angelsand consider ourselvesthe best among them.Lengthening the ruse of yearsby that much more,that much more. We will judge angelsand the consensus will tiltin our favor.Igniting...