Poetry - Year IV - Number 24 - May 2019

    ANNIVERSARY by Cathryn Essinger

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    ANNIVERSARYby Cathryn Essinger Anniversary The Harvest Moon rising frombehind the strip mall appears tetheredto the horizon, but soon it will clearthe radio tower on the far...

    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...

    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...

    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 DOORS by Kevin Cahill

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    THE DOORSby Kevin Cahill      The Doors                                                                                       Amid a bust-up of bell-bottoms and police-dogsand a flashing skink undoing himself in view,                    the song starts. Keeps in the hand for a minute,                                 composing itself, wiggling, disbanding into...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...