Poetry - Year V - Number 29 - October 2019

    WILLOW AND BARK by Sally Sandler

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    WILLOW AND BARK by Sally Sandler  Somedays I Am That Cypress                                                                                 The past has all blown east.The Monterey cypress felt it leavein the teeth of a Pacific sea squall.Ever since, the cypress has leaned easttoward the...

    THE METAPHOR by Andy J Hale

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    THE METAPHOR by Andy J Hale  Ichthyes It’s the birth of immortality… Crawl across the waterMy father is the oceanWho is your radiant mother? To the sound of the drumthe rival moves forwardIt is the art of war I am...

    ROUGH RIDE by George Gad Economou

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    ROUGH RIDE by George Gad Economou  Rough Ride time to spend a few hours to watch Wrestlekingdom,and I wish you were here, to crack a Wild Turkey open, crank some shit up. like events from too many years...

    FOCUS by Antonio Rios

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    FOCUS by Antonio Rios  NOVEMBER 17, 2010 Clouds slowly rolled across the sky overhead.A heavyset man sold hotdogs at the street corner.Three young children played on a swing set.The leaves fell from the trees steadily,a soft snip when they...

    EMPRESS by Chani Zwibel

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    EMPRESS by Chani Zwibel  EMPRESSPlease send good newsand graceful configurations of repose.I want to recline on this silver maple settee and read this gilt-edged tome in peace.I keep dreaming of stone circles. I can’t keep count of all...

    CAPTIVE by David Williamson

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    Captive Thursday’s trap door below hermemory swings and                   upclimbs the same captoralways that man, grey wool suitred carnationtaking her furniture, picturesSaturdays hostageagain she bumps into the                       emptyspaces between bare wallsof personal careTuesday teaspoons...

    SCAVENGERS by Hank Kalet

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    SCAVENGERS by Hank Kalet Father Becomes the Son He says he should justhave a heart attack. Done. And whenI reprimand, I feel the embersof past fires burningin my gut. At eighty,he’s earned his self-obsession, but pityis not...

    RETURN by Angela Shepherd

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    RETURN by Angela Shepherd Return You came to me as I took my first breath, the spirit which filled my lungs and energized my beginning with grace.  My life dependent on your presence, inspired by your mystery,...