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Poetry - Year VI - Number 45 - February 2021

    BLOWN AWAY by Joan McNerney

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    Blown Away I'm gonna have lunch withthe sky. It's been way toolong since we got together. I'll run downstairs throughhallways into bursts of blue.Perhaps never return...

    WANTING by Lynette Thorstensen

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    Mythic Proportions my mother wanted a life writ largea life of shattering revelationsa long way from where she was bornand although she found all too briefly her fifteen minutes...

    SMILE THROUGH IT by Michael Duke

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    UntitledDown under the house, I am not a person, but a temporary ghost.I’m smoking my useless time. This space feels like a bunker’s tomb.Thoughts blurry in my mind’s eye, I wrestle with...

    ALL NIGHT by John Raffetto

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    VISITATIONTime becomes a pixilated memoryof bliss and bloodas the clock winds down.We pause to visit for a brief dazeas the foundation weakens while wonders compressinto petrified shadows a labyrinth of murky intrigueforgotten...

    ORBIT by Aracelly Campo

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    Child by Aracelly P. Campo (a.k.a. Bones) Legends of the heavensTeach me the witchcraft of understandingThe Universe with a poetic verseIn the mystic arms of natureI...

    SAUDADES by Daniela Vecchia

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    Samba From top of floatsI throw you flowersSway my hip in the airTurn my backTurn my headAnd send you a kiss:a hurtful kiss. Those were the...

    CHOIR OF ONE by Pavel Sfera

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    Lighthouses for driftwood what if night was a curtainyou should have pulled it asidea way long time agoperhaps, you can see out without your glassesa universe of a world...

    MOON GIRL by Lora Robinson

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    bitters and rye I was the sandcastle dream you built by the baybrackish little Betty, jetty mouthspewing toward the only cloud in AugustSavannah sazerac, lemon rindsyour slant rhymesyour question-marked...

    CHURCH BRICK by Terry Brinkman

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    Death by ArsenicYou heard them say death by ArsenicDreaming of Candy Corn lanky simpletonOne Two Three sillies ArithmeticHer never things list highIrishman’s new bed his Coffin PalaceInvented a lovely briber horrifyShe died...

    THAT DAY by Girard Tournesol

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    Standing Dead I stand reckoningthe struggle of distance between me and standingdead timbers Tall slender mo’ai gray and silent I listenThe field to the wetlands hums Starburstsof stingers flit...