Home Poetry - Year IV - Number 22 - March 2019

Poetry - Year IV - Number 22 - March 2019

    THE BEAUTIFUL DAY by Karen Schnurstein

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    THE BEAUTIFUL DAYby Karen Schnurstein Invitation to the Man I LoveAfter Elizabeth Bishop’s “Invitation to Miss Marianne Moore” From that formidable historic downtown building of yours, up from within its city of dark bricks,            please come to...

    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...

    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...

    SOMETHING IN THE WATER by Don Thompson

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    SOMETHING IN THE WATERby Don Thompson Famous Fathers(Theodore Roosevelt III) Some sons are born into ghostliness,never quite there—unnoticed,haunting the dark cornersof their father’s repute.Their complaints seem to come from far away. Others who are recalcitrantand polished like...

    THE WATER BUG by Luba Ostashevsky

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    THE WATER BUGby Luba Ostashevsky   The Water bugA large water bug lay at the entrance to the kitchen.Its tentacles pointed up.The sloped roof of its home was a boat run aground on the cold tan...

    IN HIGH SCHOOL by Ron Riekki

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    IN HIGH SCHOOLby Ron Riekki             In High School, We Tried to Light Each Other on Fire We didn’t want to end lives, but rather to seehow beautiful the direction of flames could be.We were stupid,...

    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                                            ...

    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...

    CALM by Elana Wolff

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    CALMby Elana Wolff   Calm,not so long ago / the river ambling through the valley /easy in the aptitude of being in the blue beside the fireweedand pocket gophers stomping on the vandal grass / the...

    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...