A Hundred Gourds 1:4 September 2012
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my father’s hand
on my back as we dance
to an imagined band ...
late light
hits the birches along the ridge

spaceHannah Mahoney – USA
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  throbbing headache
blinds drawn against the dawn
I picture
in the rise and fall of notes
birds flitting in the cold light

spaceSonam Chhoki – Bhutan
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    late afternoon
the shades of autumn
dimmed by mist;
slipping into your sick room
the light is cold

spaceAdelaide B. Shaw – USA
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the tilted half-moon
bright-edged earlier
is smudged now with haze
step by step I walk
into a future without you

spaceHannah Mahoney – USA
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  only a night light
guides my pen
these words flow
over invisible lines
that keep us apart

spaceMike Montreuil – Canada


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