A Hundred Gourds 2:1 December 2012
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small choices –
the flutter
of a monarch’s wing

spaceJay Friedenberg - U.S.A.
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  a black-edged
orange-winged butterfly
wanting to tell her

spaceAndrew Shattuck McBride - U.S.A
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    only when he flies
do you understand:

spaceScott Wiggerman - U.S.A.
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scallop shells –
this ongoing war

spaceCarolyn Hall - U.S.A.
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  conch shell notes –
the horse too
lowers his head

spaceRuth Holzer - U.S.A.
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    morning fills the ocean
fear not the only thing
that makes us tremble

spaceScott Owens - U.S.A.
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i still imagine
the balloon landing safely . . .
three urns by the grave

spacePolona Oblak - Slovenia
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  purple blossoms
            … cradling the urn
                        like a newborn

spaceSteven Carter - U.S.A.
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    in your ashes
that will not be told

spaceSeánan Forbes - U.K.
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no star-signs today
the universe says
live in the mystery

spaceOwen Bullock - New Zealand
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the pigeons keep
coming back

spaceMarshall Bood - Canada
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my child enters
the night sky

spaceGrace Galton - U.K.
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day moon
a silver circle
where the snail was

spaceKatrina Shepherd - U.K.
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  naked mannequins
the window dressers
sit down to lunch

spaceGarry Eaton - Canada
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    cluck rasp laugh tui is home

spaceOwen Bullock - New Zealand
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1. A conch shell was blown in call to silent prayer at sunset, as part of a Seattle beach tribute to the people of Japan
on March 11th, 2012, the anniversary of Japan’s 2011 tsunami.

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