Home Poetry - Year V - Number 32 - January 2020

Poetry - Year V - Number 32 - January 2020

    ENCLOSED BY LOVE by Nardine Sanderson

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    Land and sea when angels fall I did not fall to call your pain, or break ones heart so soft again, I felt such love within no doubtLike heavens precious rainA magical voice...

    MEMBRANE by Alfred Fournier

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    MEMBRANEby Alfred Fournier Membrane The cat had been missing for days. Mom was home, behind French doors.Her hospital absence stretched,     a membrane under each...

    LIBERTY ATOMS by Christopher Barnes

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    Liberty Atoms 6 Cormorant beak-walked an eight yard string,Rebuking tide.Pratfalling crock – sauce duxelles.Maisie hassled tufts-       Lost wit’s fingers.Sunset on a rubberstamp:“Everything seemed inevitable”.   Liberty Atoms 7Shellac discRumpled under needle,...

    THE FROGS by Bruce Morton

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    THE FROGSby Bruce Morton Holocaust Memorial, Berlin It is a stretch to transform sorrow, ash, guilt—loss.But the stelae are concrete, not abstract starsFallen in firmament, a...

    LOOKING UP AT THE SKY by John McKernan

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    LOOKING UP AT THE SKYby John McKernan   LOOKING UP AT THE SKYI always stop what I am doing at two o’clock in the afternoon and wait ten minutes for Death. I do this...

    NORTHERN ISLET by Danielle Hanson

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    NORTHERN ISLETby Danielle Hanson Northern Islet All the saints here are made of stone,eternal life mocked by their crumbling.I pick up the stones and swallow them...

    MEDUSA by Andre DeCuir

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    MEDUSAby Andre DeCuir When My Father Calls When my father calls, we talk of birds,how the blue jays cannonball,their  large bodies splashingwater out of his birdbaths:old...

    THE CHAIN IN THE SKY by Uko Tyrawn Okon

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    THE CHAIN IN THE SKYby Uko Tyrawn Okon Flowers are spreading a virusThat is what the experts call itIt makes people walk on a chainThat is one hundred feet...

    SAY ANYTHING by Austin Adams

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    SAY ANYTHINGby Austin Adams Carrion Flower Faint fragrance of aFlower too subtle forHuman sense.It is there. What one cannot know,Call by any name:Iandipan,...

    ARMS OUTSTRETCHED by John Tustin

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    ARMS OUTSTRETCHEDby John Tustin ARMS OUTSTRETCHED Me withArms outstretchedAs if on the crossBut really waitingFor you to comeAnd be envelopedAnd protected andEncumbered by me.