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Poetry – Year VI – Number 49 – June 2021

    PESSOAS by Arthur Powers

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    Seánce with Fernando Pessoa 1. I, I, I, I… or should I say “we”we know the Anglo-Saxon mindthat desperately seeks and seeks to findthe Truth behind...

    CHICAGO by Elsa Pair

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    Bloodletting Bloodletting,but for the rage. If I cut open my chestsurely all that will come out is the rage, spilling down my frontlike...

    IN THAT SAID-SAME SECOND by Keith Hoerner

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    In that said-same second between ...

    BOBOLINKO IN A FOREST by Kenneth Pobo

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    WANDAWOOWOO AND MATH Numbers feel like a desertI’ve never visited. I’m probably missingsome gorgeous night-blooming cacti.I doubt I’ll ever venture there. I havemovies, books, and music. In high schoolI...

    TENEMENT BASH by John Grey

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    TENEMENT BASHAnother partyon another tenement third floor.He gets there late.There's people speaking Spanish.There's some speaking English.It's a neighborhood bashand it's that kind of neighborhood.The food's mostly Mexican,tacos, burritos,and the beer's Coronathough someone...

    ALABASTER POLISH by Terry Brinkman

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    Alabaster Polish Short admonition ableSpiritual like purity abolishBeautiful veined alabaster polishDeliberate lie whit cableLady her self-setting the tableUnmistakably evidenced demolishedWoman’s softly feathered face polishedGentle a high degree of fable

    ZERO SUM GAME by Mark Murphy

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    Bird Brained View of Power for John Bolton I have not journeyed here to steal anythingfrom your domain,least of all, your modest nest,

    COMING OUT by Chris Arnone

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    Coming Out head-first, blood-slickedhair like a tiny John Stamos.Bubbling with style but no pronouns. Snip the umbilical, suctionand wail, count tenfingers and toes but no sex.

    OLD PAINT COLORS by Sheree LaPuma

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    Old Paint Colors Before he died, we shared a common history.The slow unfurling of breath, a womb, twohands, a tapestry of goodbyes in sepia. Aplacenta, grey, buried under the...

    DOLLHOUSE by Linda Phillips

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    Dollhouse I saved the dollhousefor you and you knew ityou knewcoming in the back doorbabies played cheapwe bought it off the streetrich folks' castaway that's why...