Home Poetry - Year IV - Number 24 - May 2019

Poetry - Year IV - Number 24 - May 2019

    OUR OWN by George Payne

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    OUR OWNby George Payne  Our Own The status quo is killing our soul.Life is not about paying the mortgage. It is not okay...

    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...

    COME TO ME AND LET ME HOLD YOU by Olivia Du Pont

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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...

    POSITIVE by Emily Brummett

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    POSITIVEby Emily Brummett     A heavy waft of Sunday breakfastawakens meearlier than a routine Sunday hangoverEach smell circles my stomachand lumps slide up and down my throat,and a headache...

    ASK A CHILD, ASK A BUTTERFLY by Megha Sood

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    ASK A CHILD, ASK A BUTTERFLYby Megha Sood Like an open scarred river This cystic undulating pain speaks for itselfborn out of the muted death, it...

    THE UNFOLDING OF A DESTINY by Chic Scaparo

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    THE UNFOLDING OF A DESTINYby Chic Scaparo   A Morning in December I woke from a dreamher face, etherealthe expression, serious, yet peacefulnot the face of...

    PROPERTY by Monty Jones

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    PROPERTYby Monty Jones Property How hard it iswhen you start to think about itto get everything together. Even a “bare” stagewill have its...

    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...

    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...

    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 ...