Maryfrances Wagner: Hands (a poem translated to ASL by Eric Epstein)
Of a thousand hands
I’d know my father’s,
long fingers shaped like oars
September 14, 2022 · 3 Comments
Terry Blackhawk: Chambered Nautilus, with Tinnitus and Linden
Call it a squint of sound,
tone on the edge of not existing at all
July 15, 2020 · 3 Comments
Jason Irwin: The Child and the Train
In the distance a train cries
like a whippoorwill,
and a child, in his bed,
sick with fever, wakens
from dreams of far off places.
December 26, 2019 · Leave a comment
Michael Simms: Going Deaf
Now is the time for drowsy tanagers. -– E.S. . First I lost the tick of snowflakes hitting glass. Then the sound of the cat’s tongue running over her fur. … Continue reading
November 16, 2016 · 57 Comments
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