Poetry - Year IV - Number 23 - April 2019

    SHE IS A WOMAN by James Evan Gates

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    SHE IS A WOMANby James Evan Gates ImpermanenceStop what you are doing and take a nap.Your bed is calling. The rain is falling.Our long and arduous expedition has come to an end.Be at peace with...

    Selections from CALL ME ISHMAEL’S APPRENTICE by Eileen Flaxman

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    Selections fromCALL ME ISHMAEL’S APPRENTICEby Eileen Flaxman Certaintyis thy savior.In this storm–tossed,tumultuous world,with death to our leftand our right,we look to TheeWho never waversWhose word is law andWhose punishment is swift.I am adrift when in...

    ORANGES AND LEMONS by Aaron Fischer

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    ORANGES AND LEMONSby Aaron Fischer Lines for Joey Ramone (Jeffery Ross Hyman, 1951 – 2001) When the last words of some conversationget lost in a spatter of crackle and buzz, I can almost hear again the band roaring...

    CERTAIN THINGS by Steven Lebow

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    CERTAIN THINGSby Steve Lebow I. Today is Tuesday.I have begun to think aboutcertain things. Women, wearing tight skirts,pass me by. I make asidesthey don’t respond to. A piece of paper hurries byand a tree shakes its fist.I move...

    INTO THE BLIZZARD by Kathy Robertson

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    INTO THE BLIZZARDby Kathy Robertson Fall Festivities During our annual drivewe rediscoverthe buttery meadowsmeandering amongstNiagara Escarpment bluffsdecked in colourful coatsof the season burgundy,gold, scarlet, plum—as sun’s raystorch the landscape. Crisp, crinkly leavescrunch underfootas we stop to surveyroadside...

    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 colour is...

    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. Why do my legs betray me nightly,conspire with restless hands,who miss the fingerprints...

    BLAKEAN REPROSE by Alex Bastianini

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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 the stillnessof an autumn river—I meet a worlduntouched bythe mind. FloweringBreath by breath—a peony opens...

    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 the stillnessof an autumn river—I meet a worlduntouched bythe mind. FloweringBreath by breath—a peony opens...

    FRACTIONS by Anya Lofamia

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    FRACTIONSby Anya Lofamia bodies and becoming who chose this face for me : is this mine?there is some strangeness in being bornto a body of a twenty-six-year-old human being.what happened to me? he thought. it was no...