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Poetry - Year V - Number 42 - November 2020

    VICTORIA PARK LAKE by Nathanael OReilly

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    Goulburn A muddy river flanked by gums wanders through town past rope swings hanging from high branches, rippling around snags and sandbanks, flowing home Tingalpa The bush spread to the reservoir’s edge. Water stretched out of sight round the peninsula. Wind-blown waves chopped across...

    OLD WORLD MONKEY by Lisa Reily

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    bucket list the crackle of plastic as an elephant’s trunk unfurls, accepts a sugared bag; gentle eyes and huge eyelashes smile as it stuffs it into its mouth. it’s so stupid, it’s eating my bag! shouts the nasty kid. I...

    LIE WITH ME IN THIS MOMENT by Sarah Stephens

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    Lie with me in this moment sink into the book of me where all my stories wait to be told. Take out the pages and read– It’s not quite Spring here– where Winter lags in the heat and humidity...

    AMULET by Mary Jane White

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    AMULET voice of Penelope 62 All the young men came in  But you were never there Standing as likely under a rafter  Off-center  Visible enough 63 As a still small-footed  Never old & wandering vine  Your trunk the exact imperfect Square pillar 64 Light red leaves  On a low...

    ALMA DESATADA by Roseangelina Baptista

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    Alma Desatada A serração desceu rápida e do-í-da.Veio duma latência em rodeios Açorianos.Solitário rochedo, suspenso em fosca água-lusa.Longe, o coro das oliveiras ao léu. Açores! Por quem te desatei as naus um dia... Volátil, irado, vulcanizado.Mouro-Sefardita dum...

    MEMENTO by Bess Amelia Yeager

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    Scar Tissue Land I don’t recognize the yellowed veins of wood chapping into hot, sun-hardened beams. It has been too long since I came here last: to the scar tissue land where my pets are buried. My brother,...

    BE SURE TO SHOW YOUR WORK by Art Sorrentino

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    Pulse What of the drum its timbre a taut membrane between beat and rest systole/             diastole pounding blood to the surface, twinning one’s body to the world. If you give yourself to it, find yourself on a riverbank at night padding a cadence barefoot until mud...

    THE HARDEST PART by I.G.

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    The Hardest Part This song teleports me back to another time. The sun was high in the sky, and so was I. The music drives with its lyricism. And the days now are driven by algorithms. I think about...

    ENCOUNTER WITH EINSTEIN by Ken Schweda

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    Nixon Resigns At the skating rink teachers on patrol, the rumble, the smell of floor wax, popcorn. She rolls next to me and winks I think. We bump into each other and fall in my mind love in hers over that stupid boy. And the...

    TWO WINDOWS by Rikki Santer

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    Creekside Why can’t every day be pancake morning?  Last night Mom made treaty with the monster under my bed. Front yard pine needles nest in my hair because I won’t give up on keeping tally of fireflies. Mouse...