Use Your Inside Voice
12:23AM Oct 12, 2008 in category 
by George W Frink
By Glenis Redmond
Down the dark tunnel of throat
in the threaded jungle of larynx
what if what is waiting is not humble
like a lark in a darkened cubicle?
what if what is waiting is perched
on the breath like the ragged bark
of a crow? Not with a small cry
but a crimson caw bleeding into the horizon
like a terrific song filling the hush
with lungs, flared in full wing.
- Everbearing by Pat Riviere-Seel.
- Pear Moonshine by Cathy Smith Bowers.
- The Storm by Emöke Zsuzsánna B'Racz.
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Posted by Dave on October 12, 2008 at 07:01 PM EDT #