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

    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...

    IT WILL BE OK, I LIED by Jessica Lorraine

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    He walks in here with a blank look on his face, stops in front of me and asks, ‘what’s wrong with you?” “Nothing.” I lie. He nods and walks away. Of course he buys...

    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 Must be...

    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...

    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...

    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 shall journey to an Eden of harmony and magical beginningsMy...

    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 pain:it’s just a stinging in your...