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Poetry – Year V – Number 38 – July 2020

    IN THE FLOW OF THE LIGHT by Martin Willitts Jr.

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    In the Flow of the Light A warm, comforting light fringes the window with quiet prayers. A year or two can pass in a second, as noiseless as yellowjackets sampling daises. I welcome that silence containing hints...

    CLOCKWORK by Anannya Uberoi

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    Clockwork The clockwork's clunking cycles— routine chirrups working with our own, mechanical metronome dictating our waking and falling and drifting in staccato synchrony. The clockwork's scissors shard furibund flowers by the hour, comb the seasons, change their warmth, pendulum the...

    THE CANYON by Daniel Senser

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    The Canyon Over the course of eons, the flow of water Has shaped the stone, The sharp edges smoothed and rounded By the water’s constant flow. To weep is an honest exclamation, A reclamation of the soul. The rock is old...

    DEAR CUSTOMER by Idalis Wood

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    Dear Customer, I apologize for not being what you want. I’m sorry I couldn’t be the man you wanted. It’s not my fault I wasn’t born with a certain appendage between my legs. Maybe if I was, my requests...

    LOVE GAMES by Edith Speers

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    Love Games Start anywhere and with tongue or fingertip trace on your lover the longest possible route to your favourite place or your least favourite place Start anywhere and imagine the aging of your beloved detail by detail...

    EARTH by Aracelly P. Campo

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    Earth It is earth with its majestic dimensions that Confronts all its creatures with the cruel indifference of Forgetfulness and the coldness that sleeps in the abyss Of death Aracelly P. Campo, a.ka “Bones” grew up in Miami Florida....

    SUPERNOVA by Alethea Jimison

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    Supernova I wish that I knew to tell her that her laugh is a burst of light, like a flashing supernova. Her smile is the warmth of home. The curve of her femininity goes on...

    A GATEKEEPER’S VIGIL by Helen Sokolsky

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    A GATEKEEPER’S VIGIL I wander through carpets of heather and primrose leaving behind a discordant arena my salve is found locked in this garden where a single flower can restore the soul no strife present in this cloister...

    OVERFLOW by Adam Day

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    OVERFLOW Judges – spit no polish; wigs out of order – clouds hanging like wool on barbed wire. History rush loosens jaws white system reality rewritten in cities that are also history. Adam Day is the author of Left-Handed Wolf...

    PASSING TIME by John P. Drudge

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    Passing Time In the vaguely Haunted Eventless days Of wandering aimlessly Over bridges From bank to bank Past smoky cafes And cheap hotels High on wine And careless oblivion Putting place And tradition Beyond the tangible Striking Of my tears On cobblestones As...