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Poetry - Year VII - Number 50 - July 2021

    OF SCRIBBLING by Korkut Onaran

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    THE SECOND DAY OFTHE SECOND DECADE The sun reappearsfrom behind the cloudsbeamijg into the narrow opening along the horizonto shine for a little whileon the face of the city.Then...

    TAKE TEN by LG Pomerleau

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    How We See “No telescope is more powerful than the prejudice of the person looking through it.”Kevin Ashton, How To Fly A Horse, 2015 The spider...

    THE FROGS OF SUN YAT SEN UNIVERSITY by Miodrag Kojadinovic

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    Among the Lotophagoi I ate lotus, (Full) Moon cakes,and yet the memory loss was onlythe expected fatigue of carbohydrate cells.Southern China was not Ogygia, what with the palms,mangos and...

    BASIL by Gigi Guizado

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    Heart-shaped Vase If my fragile heart should break,fill my ventricles with flowers;like bud vases for roses and peonies.That would please me. If my swollen heart should...

    CARDINAL SINS by Kushal Poddar

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    Cardinal Sins One cardinal cheepsNear your sinful pane,Open in summer wind, Near your bedpost failingTo disentangle the white shirtOf the other man. You wearThe black boxers,...

    HOME GROUND by Dale Cottingham

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    A Little History Watching the river in flood,each exhale huffing over the one before,its red, swollen reality waking imagination. Dismembered tree limbs,water logged, sodden, submerging,re-emerging for...

    ONLY STARS by Peycho Kanev

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    Only Stars When I look back,I always do itnot with a smile, but with astonishmenton my face. I remember the time,when I was little kid and thenthere still were...

    SEA AND SOIL POEMS by Steve Mentz

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    Sea and Soil Poems Of thirteen minds I swim past Whale Rock.Cold air leeches warmth from rotating armsThat plunge into grey-green sea with each stroke.Turning my...

    TIME by Eugenia Fain

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    TimeA fibonnaci poem TimeFadesIntoEternalWaves cascading inPools in which we are a pebble. A Rondel Poem When I do spy your lovely face,My heart...

    HAPPINESS by Benjamin B. White

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    Happiness Neo-pagans kneelBefore the spiritualityOf natural cycles,Then drive their SUVsTo Michael’s Craft StoreAnd buy decorationsFor the insideOf their cavesWhere dysfunction behavesLike a north starTo guideThe ritualsOf individualsInto cultural practicesSo...