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Poetry - Year VI - Number 48 - May 2021

    DG TURD by William Barrett

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    New days ahead and worlds of wonder.Riding on my bike and looking for my plunder.I ride around a lot, and girls have nothing against me.I just never try to get close to them then...

    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 and dreamiest afterglow.The mast adverts to orientation ofa tender Morning star.Seafarers died at midnightfeeling the sea-like fantasy.The wind wrenched...

    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  is a New York-based poet and free-lance writer whose work has appeared in Salamander, Parabola, The Moth (Ireland), The Writer, The Iconoclast...

    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 now with the last of a...

    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 work himself upto almost purplewith pent-up...

    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 ofwhat was slowly replacing what is, his...

    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 else’s tired mess—a regurgitatedmasterpiece (fragments collaged together:rotten bits of stranger...

    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 family for hire.Pick the day and...

    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 another vegetable ideaOf those who perspire...

    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 nothingbut its odors; and the pale extensionof afternoon will soon...