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Poetry - Year V - Number 28 - September 2019

    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 were like ---Me me or me?You...

    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 dies in peace, makes no will,leaves...

    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 again Olympian...

    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 recorded?This be is not to be, no questionasked or answered,...

    WITHOUT YOU by Ann Christine Tabaka

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    WITHOUT YOUby Ann Christine Tabaka Without You A thousand years agoit came to be, or so itseems. It spit my heartin two, or so it felt. Emotions drift upona waft of smoke, burningmy eyes once more.Past’s subtle...

    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 imposed mercury risesin a chamber––in the backgroundthe hum of equanimity questions about the numberof the world’s...

    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. After snow melt,the whitened bones of a gnawed bird,chaos of feathers. Can you taste the beckoning? In...

    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 limbs. A feware burned, their bodies so unrecognizably melted. There’s an...

    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 chalkboards.At moments between classes, she sneaks out,Makes humorous analogies I...

    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 officer’s door.Two neighbors mow lawnsbut most have left town or gone to church to hearthe...