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Poetry - Year V - Number 31 - December 2019

    DEAR PROFESSOR by Jason Boone

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    DEAR PROFESSORby Jesse Benjamin Dear Professor You know so much more of the world than I,Even though you lack the simplest sophistications,Born as you were, in...

    SOME MONDAY OR ANOTHER by RC deWinter

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    SOME MONDAY OR ANOTHERby RC deWinter  Some Monday or AnotherI wasn't there when the microwave caught fire.This is what happens when dementors roam unsupervised.No real damage except now there's...

    UNLIKE A DREAM by Mark Tulin

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    UNLIKE A DREAMby Mark Tulin A Skeleton’s Tie-Dye The esoteric bearded manat a Dead concertfelt the spirit of the 60srippling through his bonesthat made his white...

    BALM by Pitambar Naik

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    BALM by Pitambar Naik BalmPitambar Naik Remember the havoc in your thick apple-red heartyour journey finishes in the middle of the rainy kisses   how...

    HEARING by Diane Webster

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    HEARINGby Diane Webster HEARING My hearing intensifieswhen I lay me down to sleeplike feral cat dozingon top of abandoned shelfwith sounds ticklingdelicate ear hairs

    ALTERED by LB Sedlacek

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    ALTEREDby LB Sedlacek AssemblyPlace theframeon a flatcleansurface bend tabsbackremove protectivefilminsertpictureartworklifebend tabsforwardandpresstosecurehangframeon aflatcleansurface. Nobody’s PlaygroundI noticed the slides...

    LISBON by Byron Beynon

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    LISBONby Byron Beynon   WAVESFirm muscles of watermove deliberately across the boardpumping the air with sounds;a panoply of waves,the preserved overlapin a mind of curling whisperscome to blend with the shore.Complex characterswith a fickle...

    SWALLOW by Keith Hoerner

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    SWALLOWBy Keith Hoerner  engrossed with millions of americansin others’ misfortunes       movement distracts me       from the nearly two-hundred pound nine year old on tv       you carry a juicy earthworm in your bone-colored beak       to feed...

    AFTERNOON MUSING by Steven Gerber

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    AFTERNOON MUSINGby Steven Gerber     I gaze from my window,side-tracked from thevolume of Mythology,open on my lap.My notebook nearby,I am now impacted.I wallow in the shadowsof West, Steinbeck, Fante,and all others whom havegraced this...