A Hundred Gourds 2:1 December 2012
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through splintered pine boughs
why does the brightest light
shine through broken bodies?

spaceChristina Nguyen - USA
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  queen Ann’s lace
gathered from the meadow
for her Delft vase;
how quickly she moved her hands
tatting in the shade

spaceAdelaide B. Shaw - USA
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    ninety years ago
at the tender age of ten
my friend’s mother
rode her horse to school –
now it is all she remembers

spacePat Prime - New Zealand
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that last summer
the feel of her hand in mine…
as dusk falls
children run with sparklers
under the cedars

spaceHannah Mahoney - USA
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from a distant church...
in the humid air
I can almost hear
the bell flowers open

spaceJulie Cain - USA
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