Poetry – Year VI – Number 44 – January 2021

    THE SEVENTH DREAM by Byron Hoot

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    A Moveable Meditation It is the kind of day best taken n inside a truck -- heat on, wipers against the windshield, and the rain and leaves falling in unison but not of equal parts – maybe a hundred raindrops...

    SOMETHING IS HIDING by Sharon Lopez Mooney

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    Something is Hiding The hint She stops mid step caught by a taught line of memoryit runs along the skin of her collar bone where hisfingers barely touched, so delicate, so sacred werehis feelings for...