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Poetry - Year V - Number 31 - December 2019

    LISP by Jean-Luc Fontaine

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    LISPby Jean-Luc Fontaine  Ode to the Old Naked Man in the Gym Locker Room Have you ever seen a throng of half-naked....muscled men turn their heads in shamelike little boys during the nude scenes of an...

    WOMEN IN LOVE by Karen Deaver

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    WOMEN IN LOVEby Karen Deaver Women in Love Her art, his mine, saliva minglesin the Midlands grass cut sweet andtongues lap to the rescue of the drowned. No one wasto know their hearts were promisedbetween mountains and...

    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 strengththeir joints...

    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 the fine dust of the piedmont,Reared in staggering steps, between...

    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 three tiny,...

    CONSTANT CRAVING by Mark Young

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    Survivisection A coal stove burns in the corner. I don't want a coal stove. In a survival situation, versatility is essential.Knife, ax & machete — these items are extremely necessary. Other minimallists have taken the count-ing challenge to the limit.I...

    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 T-shirtturn into a tie-dye swirl. He’s a dancing skeleton,a man who...

    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 great state.I...

    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 no microwave.Someday a new one from...