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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 11, Number 3, September 2017

Kathryn J. Stevens
Cary, North Carolina, USA

Gordian Knot

No hands could pick apart the knots that bound her to odds and ends such as this petit-point purse. She loved to show me how the chain glistened against her wrist. Loved to share her delight in the intricacy of its beaded frame. Would ask me over and over, wasn't I charmed by the creamy flowers looping and swirling across the black ground. "Thirty-five thousand stitches," she'd murmur, "yet it's no bigger than my outstretched hand."

She was nineteen when he bought it for her. Their honeymoon. Bulgaria,1932. Now the fabric is stained and frayed, most of the beads lost. The purse lies in a drawer amidst a confusion of hand-embroidered hankies and raveling scarves. Set aside. Just like she was.

in this dark time
bare branches
crosshatch the sky . . .
my imagination
snags on moonlight



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