A Hundred Gourds 4:1 December 2014

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he drank deeply
ignoring the flask’s lurid color
its esoteric markings –
now he paces wildly
raving at demons

space Elizabeth Howard - USA
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  mist rises
from the surface
of the street …
a trail of addiction
behind my mask

space Mary Davila - USA
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    the city square
fills with winter sunshine ...
from all the corners
that creeping shadow
of my black dog

space Dawn Bruce - Australia
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black and white
not always easy ...
words tumble
from an encyclopedia
of regret

space Karen O'Leary - USA
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  my brother
tells me to face
reality ...
doesn't he know I'm happy
somewhere else

space Anne Curran - New Zealand
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    what would
the river do
the island
to divert it

space Ignatius Fay - Canada
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