Thursday, February 22, 2007


I read a book of poems yesterday
and can't remember any word or phrase.
I went out to a reading, sad to say
it must have just gone by me in a haze...

but the words that are true
come into my head
and pass through my pen
and fall on the page...

Don’t call me author, writer, poet
call me mirror, call me radio
seashell, voiceless, magnifying echoes
flute resounding to the breath of God.

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