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Poetry – Year V – Number 37 – June 2020

    SOUTHWEST by Daniel Cureton

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    Southwest On iron red tipped mountains high, heat and scorched earth cracked in rays, waves brought by arid death— beams shooting through salt flats barren an age ago, cracking the range as Earth splits the crust westward through basin voids—billow...

    CORRENTE ALTERNADA, TURBULENTA OU SERENA by Yin Xiaoyuan

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    Corrente alternada, turbulenta ou serena. Na praia, perguntaste ao homem do casaco cinza: Como defines “a vontade”? Com o dedo ele desenhou uma onda senoidal na areia, e depois apagou-a com braçadas a seu alvedrio. Uma dose de...

    TWO LOVERS MEET by Edward Bonner

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    Two Lovers Meet When his grave crumbled and departed, a bright fresh guest will entertain. He in contentment remain, as the living will leave brokenhearted. Numerous jewels have sparkled, grayish hairs across the bones are plain. There is a path...

    FOOTPRINTS ON THE HORIZON by Nardine Sanderson

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    Footprints on the horizon. Warm rendition of the deepest valley, far can see the heaven's skies Glazed within a new born dream, and likeness in his eye's Furthermore my heart and soul belong...

    DUMB BLONDE by Alan Cohen

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    Dumb Blonde Was I his? It did take me 50 years To consider the possibility I did always say: “He was my best friend in high school” Not “We were best friends…” I have no idea what he...

    HANDS by Milton Ehrlich

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    HANDS Can pluck a Stradivarius, sculpt a David out of marble, pleasure oneself, or a loving partner, scratch an itch, pick your nose, wipe your ass, write a play, applaud and give a standing ovation, tie a shoelace or...

    MALPENES PUXARRA CÓSMICU by Jose Manuel SÁNCHEZ

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    MALPENES PUXARRA CÓSMICU Por Xe M. Sánchez ¿Pescáncieslo agora, nesti tiempu de peste, d’incertidume, de llerza? Nos, que dexamos les nueses güelgues na...

    NATURE’S FAN by Rhienna Renée Guedry

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    Nature’s Fan golden light, a smell like downy wings of pigeons at the crown of a young mother’s head. it is the first, if not the only thing i see, shining brighter than a cherub’s flesh, a...

    JOKER by Jason Wright

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    Joker Working on something is better than doing nothing. Being a joker in the kingdom is being the one with all the wisdom. Walking any line is better than a walk In the dark, seeing through sunshine is better than showing your spots....

    THE NARRATOR AND THE POET by Korkut Onaran

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    THE NARRATOR AND THE POET It snowed all day and now, although in a timid way, sun is shining through the clouds like a small but slowly growing hope, and it is casting shadows of...