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A Hundred Gourds 2:1 December 2012
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they locked me in a dark closet
and won't let me out
till I apologize
I'm sorry
but for what?

spaceBob Brill - USA
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  a recorder
in the hands of a small child –
wind through the grating
the sudden shrill
of loneliness

spaceClaire Everett - UK
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    slipping
through the alley
between high-rises...
I wash my loneliness
with moonlight

spaceChen-ou Liu - Canada
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those without love
steal x-rays
to melt down
for silver
we have the moon

spaceLeRoy Gorman - Canada
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  life line/love line?
how was I to recognize
all the answers
until you taught me
how to read by moonlight

spaceMargaret Dornaus - USA
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