Home Poetry - Year IV - Number 24 - May 2019

Poetry - Year IV - Number 24 - May 2019

    WORDS UNSPOKEN by Kimberly Crocker

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    WORDS UNSPOKENby Kimberly Crocker     Words Unspoken            By Kimberly Crocker She dissolved from the feet up,vanishing in surreptitious bites like thosetaken by children when no one...

    DOMINION by John Casey

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    DOMINIONby John Casey deference for despair still sodden frigid mornmuddled ubiquitous shadowsscattered, brittle leaves at footfallraven sky black thoughts dark path restlessly listless...

    PABLO PICASSO by Richard Weaver

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    Walker Percy She was always fun. No one knew her otherwise. At least those of us ...

    NIGHT HYMN by R. Nikolas Macioci

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    NIGHT HYMNby R. Nikolas Macioci   NIGHT HYMNA prostitute saunters back and forthunder a streetlight, takes permissionfrom the night to be there.  She poses,walks a few steps, poses again.  Sheis a beginner, barely able...

    WHITE CAKE by Annie Schumacher

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    WHITE CAKEby Annie Schumacher   White Cake I don’t remember the taste of my wedding cake.Afterwards, we froze the top tier in mom’s garageto eat in...

    COME THE COMET by Jeremy Gadd

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    COME TO ME AND LET ME HOLD YOUby Olivia Du Pont    Come to me and let me hold youIn the dead of night where voices are hushedBreathe life into the night,For you are...

    FINGER BY FINGER by Ashley Green

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    FINGER BY FINGERby Ashley Green     Phantom I She knew something I didn’t,pale with untold prophecyand horror.You’ll stop loving me, she saidand her dilated gazeswam in...

    DIVINE by John Raffetto

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    DIVINEby John Raffetto    A LATE FATESeas fossilize into parched buttestrapped shellfishanthropoids in dark matter.Time did not freezeas massive ice balland volcanoesmerge into passive resistancepush and pullon earth axis.The bacteria count is one.A...

    DRIP by Roger Singer

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    DRIPby Roger Singer   DRIP  A passive silver moondripped its lightthrough lace curtainsinto my room the faucetin the bathroomdrippedwith preciseregularity both dripping worldsinvoking theirpresence on me there is no wisdomgainedbeing in the middle listening and...

    TODAY I TRAVELED TO THE PAST by Jose Manuel SÁNCHEZ

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    TODAY I TRAVELED TO THE PAST by Jose Manuel SÁNCHEZ  GÜEI VIAXÉ AL PASÁU                                                            Nel vieyu mundiugüei entamaba l’inviernu,güei ye’l Samaín,“l’acabu del verañu”.+++++Güei lleve-yos floresa los mios...