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Poetry - Year V - Number 28 - September 2019

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    DETACHED by Laura Dunn

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    DETACHEDby Laura Dunn I.Phase, just a phase. Not to worry,You’re only insane.Dirty hippy, smoking herb,We don’t want to share your word.Just too liberal, just too free,Don’t you wish you...

    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...

    MY GRANDMOTHER’S BRIEF INVENTORY OF UNNATURAL DISASTERS IN SINGAPORE by Cyril Wong

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    MY GRANDMOTHER’S BRIEF INVENTORY OF UNNATURAL DISASTERS IN SINGAPOREBy Cyril Wong 1 Of course, I remember my husbandas a young man – sleeked-back hair,his taller frame,...

    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...

    THE BRIDE by Wally Swist

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      THE BRIDEby Wally Swist    Salutations: after Antonio Porchia            for Richard Shaw 1.The fields are buttercuppedand edged with ragged robin. We've entered the realmof the subtle variegations of the colors of summer. 2.Wishing you well on a mid-June...