Poetry – Year VI – Number 44 – January 2021

    SOFTLY ABOVE by Roger Singer

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    SOFTLY ABOVE the last clouds of dayare rooms overthe ocean,curtains of moisturereabsorbed,exposing aa carpet of stars,glistening sweetnessnourished by angelsas we trespassbeneath heaven WET

    THE WORD by Eve Rifkah

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    The Word The word fell into a vat of wordsThe vat so full sometimes a wordSpills over and is lost The word drifts down through other...