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Poetry - Year VI - Number 48 - May 2021

    I AWAIT HIS RETURN by Alex Koong

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    If there’s one thing I’ve learnedfrom the hours spent staringat the tiny airplane on the edgewhere the sky breaks the rock, It’s that when scenery passesbetween two realities, flashes...

    MASTERPIECE by Margot Hughes

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    Masterpiece “I find bits of scrap metal beneath her bedfrom boys who bury promises in her belly.”—Kristina Haynes Her body was a junkyard: a potpourriof someone...

    ALONE IN THE HOUSE ON A WINTER AFTERNOON by Russell Dupont

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    POEMS BY RUSSELL DUPONT ALONE IN THE HOUSE ON A WINTER AFTERNOON This house is so still I can feel it breathe.Morning has crept away, leaving...

    THE SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET ABOUT MY DOG by Pawel Markiewicz

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    Ephrastic poetry Picture of Abraham Hulk The dreamery inshore A dreamed ship has gone agroundat the most marvelous...

    SUNSET OVER LARAMIE by T.M. Boughnou

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    PART ONEA CALL FROM BEYOND I sat watching the space of sky and the surrounding countryside just before twilight came. Everything appearing as though to have come more alive...

    DEMOCRACY by Katharine Studer

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    Statistics In 2020, death rates for thelonely climbed. Research showedthere Is not a mask for loneliness.No one wants to watchthe hands of a clockstop. In Japan,the lonelycan rent a...

    VISION WEST by Rachel Cloud Adams

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    September as AfterthoughtHarvey Mountain, Columbia County, New York On Harvey Mountain, far north of here,snow is seeping into rock crevicesbordering the path, and lichenis lining the feet of a...

    AFTER LOVE by Robert Hirschfield

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    After Lovefor Julia After lovenothing movesbut timebackwards a faceits green dartof snow your seventy-sevenyearsblink Robert Hirschfield ...

    SONG by Januario Esteves

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    Song I sing grief with joyNothing about me anymoreThe Charm of MelancholyTo boil how much it ravagesTo the soul the frenzied chancePlace what columbineLaughter that gives grabSearch for lampOr...

    DANCE DIVINE by Peter W. Yaremko

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    OLD YALLER He’s more pink thanyellow. But I couldn’tvery well name himafter a girly colorcould I? In the old dayswhen he was rousedat the mere sight of afrisbee he’d...