A Hundred Gourds

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you departed
even before you arrived ...
that morning long ago
when my womb
grew still

Mary Kendall - USA

as if one
could ever know
the afterlife …
all night long, the gypsy’s sign
blinks on blinks off

Michele L. Harvey - USA

struggling
towards true north
my soul
demagnetises
another compass

J. Brian Robertson - Canada

he never wanted
his name in granite –
slowly I dribble
his ashes along the path
we always walked together

Sally Biggar - USA

she saved
that message for years
to hear your voice
then with no warning
like you it is gone

Beverly Acuff Momoi - USA

distant thunder
at the Feast of the Dead
a chill wind sighs
through the pampas grass
on an unnamed grave

Chen-ou Liu - Canada