Issue 40 Poetry

Introduction to Silver Blade Poetry Issue 40

Introduction to Silver Blade Poetry Issue 40

Please enjoy another group of talented poets for the November 2018 issue over the holidays

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Tomorrow the Scarecrow

Tomorrow the Scarecrow

Nothing’s afraid of him. Look at the blue jay stealing his straw for the nest.

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For The Man That Makes Me Smoke

For The Man That Makes Me Smoke

I can’t see too far past my own broken nose without my glasses, but I know exactly who pulls up in the driveway, every night, same time.

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Dark Dragons

Dark Dragons

Wild sea breeze on our skins, We carve your name in sand

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Edge

Edge

From a dense blue jungle the seed from which I grew was transported by a wandering bird

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To Io

To Io

The name you share with Zeus’s concubine

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Escape from Zero

Escape from Zero

Our last star went out so long ago. The night sky misses her diamonds.

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Singer

Singer

The last bird on Earth nudged her new dead chick. It had been so strong,

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Issue 40 Stories

Silver Blade’s Fiction Editor

Silver Blade’s Fiction Editor

Alvin Burstein is a Professor Emeritus of Psychology at the University of Tennessee, Knoxville and a former member of the faculty at the New Orleans-Birmingham Psychoanalytic Center.

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Zero Plus One

Zero Plus One

Peliru avoided the road and walked through the forest. The forest was faster and had less people. They were complicated, people. They said something but did the opposite. Humans especially.

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The Monster Maker

The Monster Maker

Three travelers rode through the gates of Setan in the clear light of a bright spring morning, but a pall hung over that place as if a cloud had passed across the face of the sun.

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Alcon Blue

Alcon Blue

I lived my life, alone, among men and rats in that filth-bearing nest they called a city. My father, a fool, had found his cold place in the earth when I was a child, and my mother, mind gone, soon followed.

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The Last Word

The Last Word

My breakthrough in time travel in 2217 was predestined. So humanity claimed.

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A Color Called Immensity

A Color Called Immensity

She is led into the capsule: her new workspace, and inside is her old cherry wood desk, her bifocals, the day’s rations. Beyond the desk winks a concave window of soundproof glass...

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