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Poetry - Year V - Number 36 - May 2020

    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...

    DAYLIGHT ROLLS by Diarmuid ó Maolalaí

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    DAYLIGHT ROLLSby Diarmuid ó Maolalaí  DAYLIGHT ROLLS daylight rollslike trains on train tracksonward, very steady,very hot and business-like.COLD AS A COAT FROM THE CLOSET

    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phones,internet searches,discoveries and obituaries—coffinsand coffinsand coffins—so many coffinsnailed shutby outdated addressesbeside names ina 25-year-old address book.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

    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                         ...

    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...

    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?...

    NUEVO LAREDO by Paul Bamberger

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    NUEVO LAREDOby Paul Bamberger  Life As A Thirty Second Sound Bite would he find a way out or was it simply too much trouble the grandeur...

    POEM FOR FAMILY AND FRIENDS by Tom Carter

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    POEM FOR FAMILY AND FRIENDSby Tom Carter  When I look on you, I seeA land that is your own: Un-pioneered ravines and hills, overgrown,Uncharted streams and...

    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...