Tagged: sounds

in the middle of

in the middle of
the night, i am recording
the sound of
rain hitting the
concrete alley
behind our home.
other sounds
wander in –
the fridge, a
cough, the memory
of your voice
saying it’s late
.
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just beneath drama

just beneath drama
lie layers of understanding
and misunderstanding.
their syllables rub
against one
another, try to
create new sounds,
conjure meanings
.
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leaning in ever

leaning in ever
so slightly over the pool
of cicada songs,

a ripple in the reflection,
an asynchronization
.
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thinking of home is

in the pentatonic

in the pentatonic
drip
of Colin
McPhee, the
radiator dared
to tune his flute,
nearly catching
up beneath the
layers of
ostinati, with
a strained
persistence
between a handful
of parallel fifths
and finally
hitting the
downbeat just
shy of the gong
.
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we learn to grow

we learn to grow
into each other when
we are together,
as though we were
young again, navigating
all of those
awkward moments,
learning
about the sounds
and expressions we
can make, adjusting
to the long and
short of it
. excuse
me – some things
cannot be contained
.
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