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Poetry - Year V - Number 43 - December 2020

    IN THE YEAR OF HITCHHIKERS by John Grey

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    WILDLIFE IN THE WARD I approach the dying manlike he’s a poisonous snake.One step forward.Half a step back.He’s coiled up on the bed,his breath the only thing moving.But he could strike at any moment.There’s nothing...

    THE PRICE OF LIVING by Sher Ting Chim

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    up.where does it go? the never-ending staircase that leads up. upwardsto apocryphal sky, skywards to manna of open heavens and i hear them climbing in the shadows. iron-pressed suits, shoe-horned bootshitting the hilt of lime...

    THE MOMENT OF THUNDER by Ambrose Gibbs

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    The moment of thunderThe moment of thunder to wonder and ponder about what’s down yonder, the river of a dreamfor the moment of gleam down a stream of means, for life is pure to...

    VARIATIONS by Doug Bolling

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                              Variation 47                                      Remembering de Chirico Afternoon of heat the village asleep Lovers drifting through as though                                          A dreaming      I have seen how geometry shapes                                          The light            Footsteps making pale shadows a                                        breaching a negotiation                        It...

    INHALE TO GODDESS by Larissa Peters

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    Inhale to GoddessYouare only a blurin the foreground of mydrishti. WrinklesThere is a history in your face, everyline that draws up anddown each curve.In just these few moments that I've met you,I see little joys in...

    CODA by Mac Campbell

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    Dream Vaccination The art of you equals imperfection,cathedral of blistered hands, tattooed armsof blue & red & green. On your handsI would write pages of thunder, a catalogof stars. I would draw the shape of...

    90 MILES by Adela Brito

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    Parrot in a Key West Laundromat A parrot is perched on the rod of a laundromat cart, its multi-colored feathers bright as the florescent lights above. Its head moves about as if counting those who fold and...