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Poetry - Year VI - Number 45 - February 2021

    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 between wild flowers I hear voicesfrom...

    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 of fameshe never recovered from this...

    ERASE THE BROKEN THINGS by Sarah Stephens

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

    CONTRAST by Brittany Male

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    Interstellar Head shavedand rounded likeits own planet.Colors swirling in bruiseslike the storm-pocksof Jupiter’s atmosphere.Safety tethersnestled underthe skin,keeping lifewithin reaching distance.A space suitslowly leaking air,the sound becomingfamiliar untilit is no longer heard.The impending releaseof all energyof...

    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 to work,words, paper clips, bookshelves. Who needs cash when there'sso much...

    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 in repetitionas...

    VOICELESS by Anna Kapungu

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    LETTERS FROM HOME In the deserted daysWhere the sun is my championAnd the blood thirsts for waterI tell the rays what I miss the mostHear my breathingSweat drip down my backMy hands cracked from the...

    SPIRALS OF SOUND Lisa Molina

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    Spirals of Sound IIf One of us must dieI hope it is I.When I thought my son with leukemia was dead, I screamed at God,“Take me instead!”The wish still stands inside my head.The signs and...

    THEORY OF RELATIVITY by Abena Ntoso

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    Greetings to Hannah S. Jones Dear lovely daughter, Let us always expect full respect, nothing less.People will offer us much less at times,even hurl disrespect at uslike fire and ice. We have inherited tears. If you are able...

    IN DEFENSE OF ISRAEL by Regina Saad

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    Struggle of the Jewish PeopleBy Regina Saad The crack of the afikomen:The broken cracker symbolizing struggle.The struggle of the Seder finally ending. The rule to not ask dad any questions,For it will cause the anguished meal...