A Hundred Gourds 4:4 September 2015

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many I loved
have died in winter
it seems easy
to slip away when the sap
of the soul sinks

space Jo McInerney - Australia
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  afraid of cracking
from all this tension
I journal
twenty buckets of sap
into a spoonful of syrup

space J. Brian Robertson - Germany
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    at the fork
where the river flowing east
the winding northbound river
I find myself

space Ruth Holzer - USA
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to what might lie beyond
the river's bend
two swans hold the sun
between their necks

space Claire Everett - UK
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  traveling with Dickens
to visit Scrooge's ghosts ...
my own apparitions
dance through the night
with whispers of Christmas

space Rebecca Drouilhet - USA
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    the one time
my father saw his father
          ... from afar
too hard to decipher
the character lines

space Janet Lynn Davis - USA
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