Home Poetry - Year V - Number 28 - September 2019

Poetry - Year V - Number 28 - September 2019

    WORD by Patrick T. Reardon

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    WORDby Patrick T. Reardon Make In summer, the father grilled hot dogswith his white t-shirt off, skin burning. In fall, he tolled novenas.

    LIFE, INTERRUPTED by Roseanne Morales

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    LIFE, INTERRUPTEDby Roseanne Morales Life, Interrupted A growing sensation never there,a dream you woke up from, wonderingdid it even happen, in another life,perhaps another death never...

    LAUDA XV by Jacapone da Todi, translated by Ted Witham

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    LAUDA XVBy Jacapone da TodiTranslated from the Umbrian by Ted Witham Pursue poverty, and peace will reign over all:with poverty life is secure, No fear from thieves or thunder squall.Poverty...

    FRANCIS SEAL OF LOVE by Vittoria Colonna, translated by Ted Witham

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    FRANCIS SEAL OF LOVEBy Vittoria ColonnaTranslated by Ted Witham    Jesus presses wax to the living flesh  Blazes wounds, seals in love, Lover's heat. Marks on Francis a true image, so fresh   with love, Francis celebrates: replete.   When he gripped you and gave to you his fire,  and virtue itself, all of you was made whole.  Now among...

    RAPID MOVEMENT by Patrick Hurley

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    RAPID MOVEMENTby Patrick Hurley Selections from “Variation” (Part Two of Quartet) sequential fantasy bendssheets of lightinto cylinders­­––veinsarteriescapillaries the waxing and waningof pressure feltlike forces...

    PROFIT by Dr. Nathanael O’Reilly

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    PROFITby Nathanael O’Reilly The Third of July On the corner of Prairie Dunesand Spyglass sixteen miniatureAmerican flags line the path to the police...

    LAMP LIGHT by Craig Kennedy

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    LAMP LIGHTby Craig Kennedy Neighbors I Have Known Robbiewho never held a job but didn’t discuss it with meTommywho wanted to write a bookAdrianwho chased birds...

    COULD A LOVER LOVE MY MUSE by Jan Little

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    COULD A LOVER LOVE MY MUSEby Jan Little Could a Lover Love My Muse? My muse mocks my left-brained worldWith its trudging logical  meetingDaily objectives on...

    HIBLER by Matt Stevenson

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    HIBLERby Matt Stevenson The Dead Men Somewhere in Michigan there’s a few hundredmen buried in the woods. Some with theirheads shot off; others have just lost...

    DOOR AJAR by Fabrice Poussin

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    DOOR AJARby Fabrice Poussin    Door AjarLosing direction I sighed againmade of what he imagined in a late nightlittle me at dawn in the river of torrentialpassions cooled to the icy granite rock.I plunged...