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Poetry - Year VII - Number 53 - January 2022

    ON BEING ALONE by Katherine Ault

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    Voicemail Listening is not hearing.Like a wind that is slowly nearingthat never hits your face.What I want is for my words to meet your embrace.Not to be fixed or...

    ROSARY IN VACUUM by Shivangi Mishra

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    I. What Colour is Peace and Home? Is it to consume the gothic or expend the sublime?Would coloured value survive in white that seethes number?For all known times, when...

    REFLECTION by Jane Muschenetz

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    Miracles Previously Unnoticed I longed for poetry and doom-scrolleduntil headlines separated from the screen and breathedin sighs, like teenagers,we sent each other music audio filesand slowly began to speak...

    THE BODY NEEDS BLOOD by Ruth Niemiec

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    The Body Needs Blood My father smoked cigarettes,pack a day,enough to punctuate every sentence with a coughI began to wait for a cough at the end of each sentenceSome...
    David Lenna

    THE SADDEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN by David Lenna

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    The Saddest Thing I’ve Ever Seen (Chapter I) My left palm still hurts. Going, preparing without a backpack on my back. My left palm still hurts so much that...

    ABSENT by Aracelly Campo

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    The Institution by Aracelly P. Campo Love-the grand illusionTheatrical spectacle presented to us on an empty stageTransaction driven unions that dictate the roles we are to...

    THEME FOR THE ETERNAL NOW by John Sweet

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    why i dreamt of the west coast a suicide maybe bitter taste ofabandoned hope says he hates her saysshe hates him and then...

    DALI by A.B. Emrys

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    DALI SET Self-Portrait 1921, Salvador Dalí out of cross-hatchshadow from underthat battered hat brimcast your cool eyeon everything more weightythan my usual fluxsmoke one last pipefor...

    ODE TO THE WIND by Jamie Gibbons

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    ODE TO THE WIND To the wind,I wonder, where you're goingWhere you've beenYou've blown across mountains, forests, seasYou've blown across polar ice caps & cities of treesYou've blown in...

    ON THE BASIS OF SELFLOVE by Ann Huang

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    The Rights of A Girl In summer solstice, lightning in midnightpulls you from cosmos—rain stormsthe waterscapesYou walk backward, making space aboutthe need to start becoming. To thosewhom you see...