Issue 37 Poetry

Introduction to Silver Blade Issue 37

I want to congratulate all the Silver Blade poets of 2017, but in particular, these three Pushcart nominees

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Robot Motivation

Robot Motivation

I hate the sound of the robots in the back room Making love: the clang of metal on metal, The squeal of furniture moving about the walls,

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Insectoid Apes

Insectoid Apes

That’s what they called us: Skunk-apes with exoskeletons Quickly detachable for easy assembly

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Latch Lock & Chain

Latch Lock & Chain

I follow the stream into the greenwood, Old Dozer knows the way, I smile as he veers off, going deeper into the foliage where a last burst of sunset falls on the brick hut,

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Howl

Howl

Dying comes fast or slow—an ice pick in the back or a chronic headache. Quick or dawdling, still a thief in soft-souled shoes.

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Ezekiel Remembers the Sky

Ezekiel Remembers the Sky

I remember the silence of the sky when people looked up at the buzz of a low-flying four-seater airplane.

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Chronicles of the War with Qua’a

Chronicles of the War with Qua’a

altar stone of Qua’a across crystal striations the blood-dawn rises

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Oumuamua

Oumuamua

It was after the passing. Things began to change.

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Crown of Blood

Crown of Blood

The queen is murdered as she walks alone in the garden. Her assailant is in the secret employ of her husband, the king.

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Issue 37 Stories

A Run Through the Woods

A Run Through the Woods

A Run Through the Woods

I already didn’t like our potential new father. Wolves didn’t like him either. He didn’t smell right, and I didn’t like how his beady dark eyes roved over me and my older siblings like pieces of candy.

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The Change

The Change

The Change

He was sitting on the toilet in his cramped upstairs bathroom when he saw a sudden flash of yellow in the vanity mirror to his left.

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Last Call

Last Call

Last Call

Max turned back toward the water and rose into position. Such a beautiful place! She breathed deep the humid, perfumed air, her body surging with electrical signals.

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Night Shift

Night Shift

Night Shift

Three thoughts crowded at the door of my waking mind. First was that the sun was streaming through a skylight above me. Second was that my alarm hadn't gone off. Third was that I had woken, yet again, in a room I didn't recognize.

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