Poetry - Year IV - Number 23 - April 2019

    IN ANOTHER MAN’S POEM by Gordon Roberts

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    IN ANOTHER MAN'S POEMby Gordon Roberts After the Service                     for RudianneAfter the serviceAfter the prayersAfter the family gatheringGoing through his stuffMy sister shows meHis All-Star Cons in blue suedeHis feet...

    TWILIGHT by Richard Dinges

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    TWILIGHTby Richard Dinges, Jr Twilight Shadows hide intwilight, hide inbanality of dimskies cracked byblurred limbs.  Limbssway spasmodicallyin wind's whispers.A judgment of a daythat promised sharp...

    LONELINESS IS RARELY IMAGINED by Richard LeDue

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    LONELINESS IS RARELY IMAGINEDby Richard LeDue Because The Doctor Recommended Walking Noticed a truck parked at your apartment,and wonder if you're seeing someone new.

    CEILING FAN by Kyle Doty

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    CEILING FANby Kyle Doty   Another Poem About TragedyI told you your sins were absolved.I did not tell you that I don’t have the authority.So I’m a liar.The truth is without you there wouldn’t...

    OPEN BOOK by Dominique Williams

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    OPEN BOOKby Dominique Williams The Consequences of a Dream A bitter truth wrapped in translucenceA fervent hope dashed upon consciousnessA trip to UtopiaA descent into Hell

    I AM AN AFRICAN by Okoli Stephen

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    I AM AN AFRICANby Okoli Stephen    I AM AN AFRICANI am an African,Not blackI'm dark, with bright brilliant colourBold and strongGiftedTalentedAnd craftyDark I amNot blackSo, don't pity meI am an AfricanNot a monkeyMy...

    ALL THIS LOVE by Jared Pearce

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        ALL THIS LOVEby Jared Pearce               Computer ChessI keep clicking undoto trace my losingstreak, to find outall my mistakes.If I go another way,if I had allowed my brotherto tag along more often,or if...

    HONEY JARS II by Allie Rigby

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    HONEY JARS IIby Allie Rigby Bones Where I am from, women have brokenfingernails that dig in the dirtlike badgers, looking for bones. Bonesmean yes, a lovely...

    NOTHING LEFT TO SAY by George Freek

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    NOTHING LEFT TO SAYby George Freek THE DEAD (After Mei Yao Chen) A sultry breeze weakens,as the dying sunfalls like a ball of lead.A raven searches...

    SONATA by Trivarna Hariharan

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    SONATAby Trivarna Hariharan LullabyListeningto our river’s old flow—I make peace with myself. SonataWhat shall fillthe absence ofthe flowers thathave fallen fromour Kadamba? ReflectionIn...