Home Poetry - Year VII - Number 51 - November 2021

Poetry - Year VII - Number 51 - November 2021

    I PRETEND NOT TO LOVE YOU by Viviana Viviani, Translated by Giuliana Barile, Angela...

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    . Fingo di non amarti by Viviana Viviani Fingo di non amartirispondo tarditi faccio aspettaremi sento scaltrase sbaglio appostail nome dell’altramostro indifferenzadistrazione e assenzadico: “stiamo insiemefinché...

    AWE by Bernadette Dickenson

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    Gilded words spill from her lips caressing me beckoning me to immerse myself in her pain I have no choice already I am swimming upstream with her sinking beneath...

    EQUUS by Fara Spence

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    Equus. We called him Equus, a black horse bucking inside a desert corral because he wouldn’t be broken. He was still feral, they said. Stubborn as a mule. Later...

    THE HUMAN PERSONIFIED by Michael L. Correia

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    THE HUMAN PERSONIFIED I stand meditatingAt the knotOn my Kentucky cherry wood antique tableCirca Andy JacksonIt looked like the image of an elderlyAmerican statesman of that dayHe sports darkened...

    TO OUTLAST by Michele Parker Randall

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    To Outlast The last cigarette clutched at my fingers, stretchedmy lungs, and drew smoke into me, hide-n-seek- style. It’s been a while; my doctors tell me...

    MOTHER AND DAUGHTER REGRETS by Linda K. Miller

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    They Came. They Saw. They Left. Driving through the soft rolling hills ofArkansas at 3 AM we saw the speedinglights of a UFO cross the next ridge, hesitate,then flash...

    TOWN PICNIC by John Grey

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    TOWN PICNIC Stomachs full,time for softball,maybe a splash in the lake,or a wander through the stallswith beer in hand,checking out the artefacts,the honey made by local bees,the fudge.

    AUBADE by Sofia Lemay

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    Aubade Deep in the thick of darknessOf the darkest nightStars laboring to shineEven through the veil of blacknessThe moon merely a sliver of lightNot strong enough to illuminateThe pathOf...

    NEAP SONG by Daniel King

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    Alnitak Kalki will come. Hundreds of years must pass.Kalki will come. We wait. Trapped we crave our son The far stars callLocked in local space Those...

    PRIDE PARADE by James Orrock

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    Standley Chasm to Trephina Gorge, aerial view Sun glissades a minute crack in timeas cycads fizz in slotted space andmilk-smooth dolerite boulders incubatein the yoked light and shade;from Cain...