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Poetry - Year V - Number 36 - May 2020

    MAN UP by Frank Modica

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    MAN UPby Frank ModicaMan UpGood Catholic boys in button down shirtsand blue jeans fought on the school playground,rising and falling in the masculinity standings.This brutal competition snared everyone,large and small, Polish, Italian,or...

    THE ALCHEMIST, GRASPING FOR MEANING by John Sweet

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    THE ALCHEMIST, GRASPING FOR MEANINGby John Sweet  incantation for the refused the rumor of your death orthe lie that is your life                         ...

    A NEW BEGINNING by Elizabeth Jiménez Montelongo

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    A New Beginning Of my heartA missing piece.It hurt, it hurt,Oh, how it burned!How it cut—How it tore!But oh that was nothing…When you arrivedI felt it in my body.I cried, I moaned,Shouted, screamed.Forgot who...

    MORNING WATCH by Gene Stevenson

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    A Cold HellA cold hell,fear between the neon,taxicab strangers,killers in trucks,the man around thecorner conceals aknife, like sin.A confrontation,in the hotel room,he & his desperation,thunderstorm-thoughts,battle fatigue,adrenalin the winner,no sleep this night.A light...

    OUROBOROS by Nathan Tluchowski

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    OUROBOROSby Nathan Tluchowski  Goodbye Words for the Dead Fella while I was holler whisp’rinmy wake up midnight moansyou was wrapped up warmand tidy in your so...

    INTEGRATION by C.S. Fuqua

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    The Last Nail Wonder,regret,disconnected phones,internet searches,discoveries and obituaries—coffinsand coffinsand coffins—so many coffinsnailed shutby outdated addressesbeside names ina 25-year-old address book. Old I

    WHEREFORE ART THOU, MY LOVE by H.L. Dowless

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    WHEREFORE ART THOU, MY LOVEby H.L. Dowless  Dreamin’ Of Peaches In Moon Light                                                  I was living in Renoin a hotel staring at the walls,thinking of the...

    MOM’S HAPPIEST CHILD by Patricia Feeney

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    MOM’S HAPPIEST CHILDby Patricia Feeney    “But Patty, you’re my happiest child.”My mother spoke with a dreamy smile,eyes lit, tiny glints in the darkened bedroom,the sanctuary of my ten-year-old self.    She held me in...

    BEFORE TOMORROW CAME by Carol Lynn Grellas

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    BEFORE TOMORROW CAMEby Carol Lynn GrellasBefore Tomorrow Came In this pandemic, I’m thankful for the chanceto say, I love you, because there’s notalways tomorrow when the world’s been throwna curveball. Where’s Superman when you needhim?...

    WINTER IN DELHI by Anvesh Jain

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    WINTER IN DELHIby Anvesh Jain  Tuesdays are to Anjaneyar I wish I didn’t have to thinkAbout my hands coiled in red string,Performing ablutions on a dirty mugAs...