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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & General Editor
Volume 7, Number 1, March 2013


Kath Abela Wilson
Pasadena, California, U.S.A.


Today, as I walked, I noticed two very small cones on the sidewalk, with little curved stems, so expressive in their shapes. I had to pick them up and bring them home. I put one near my face, the scent so strong of pine. It stayed a long time as fragrance on my hand. I always think of my mother and her lingering scent of lavender after she left a room. The moon smells like jasmine. It is a scent that permeates the air around our home at night. When I had traveled away for a year, and then returned to Southern California . . . I could smell citrus flowers in February, from a hundred miles away.

to set my world aright
I move the tree indoors
essence of heaven
upside-down I gaze
into angel trumpets



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