A Hundred Gourds 4:3 June 2015

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no bridge
to that sunlit shore –
the stone
I skip across the river
falls short

space Jenny Ward Angyal - USA
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  my mother's words
come back to haunt me
I steel myself
for the endless rounds
of I told you so's

space Tracy Davidson - UK
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of our life
together ...
the grass stalks i chewed,
the stones you skipped

space Sanjuktaa Asopa - India
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that first winter
without him
a new comforter
that doesn’t live up
to its name

space Terri French - USA
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  clouds of smoke
from a too-hot skillet –
my thoughts
swirl with the uncertainty
of what's to come

space Janet Lynn Davis - USA
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    the son who knows
that ink can heal, who dreams
with open eyes
tells me there's a moth that drinks
the tears of sleeping birds

space Claire Everett - UK
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