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Poetry - Year VI - Number 46 - March 2021

    WAKING UP by Jennifer Novotney

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    Waking Up The sun peeks over the mountain’s ridgeas it does every morningunless there are clouds to hide behind.The bright orange, yellow familiar glowfills the house through drawn curtains.

    PEGASUS by Januário Esteves

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    PegasusWhen spring comes and the winged wind brings itthe seeds of life and the boldness of the harbinger of creationthe wonderful sublimation of matrices that healin a cosmic dance provided in the...

    SEXT by Daniel Edward Moore

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    Sext Halfway to midnight& still the need for words to break the dayin two, regardless of how tired the tongueis from digging

    WITHIN THE DIN by Linda Imbler, Translated by Isaac Cohen

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    Within The Din / Linda Imbler  מתוך ההמולה – לִינְדָה אִימְבְּלֶר His soul heard no welcome, only murmurs. It seemed he heard sweet singing.

    ALIVE IN ROME by John Drudge

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    The Pull of Stonehenge We set out from BathThrough the EnglishCountrysideThe relentless greynessOf the skyLending a constant drizzleOf drama to the dayIt can be seen for milesOn the horizonAs...

    PARACHUTE by William Ogden Haynes

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    The Undead With a tip of the hat to Sam Kinison. I think about Frankenstein, the mummy, zombies, ghosts,vampires, Nosferatu, poltergeists and revenants. All of them

    EVOLUTION 2.0 by Pablo Vascan

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    W w e h e ro dw e o c m ef r o m, w h e r e d ot h e y grow,the vines of reason,...

    SPIRALS OF SOUND by Lisa Molina

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    Spirals of SoundIIf 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...

    SOLACE by Mark Burke

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    SOLACE Two appear out of the early morning fogcoming up from the beach under the pier,a night spent curled against the cold.Gone down into the forest of wharf-pylons,they laid...

    SYNTHETIC PLANES OF HOPE by Jennifer Silvey

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    Simultaneous PerceptionPixels in 24 bitI stand by the ocean shore,and I went screaming in black and whitewhile glitches danced on my skin.JPEG animations flooding out my kneesthe fluttering of those chatsthose 1997...