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Connections: July 22.17

The impatiens on the screened porch

are spluttering, soaked and indignant,

protesting the face full of rain

blasted by winds unbenignant.

You’d think all the thundering torrents

would make this rank air feel better

but the impatiens will attest to the fact

it just gets wetter and wetter.

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Connections: June 15

SANYO DIGITAL CAMERAWhat isĀ voice?

I have wondered.

How do words become

voice?

Then I read the words

of Emily Doe

soundless to my ears

but in my head

jackhammer

chewing concrete

Rachel

weeping

green-black thunder

of torrid summer storm

voice

He raped a writer.

Words are all she has

voice

anguished

solo

over the chorus

of the bloody writhing

the siren-screaming

together

now

coming at us.

Words are all we have.

Will they be

voice?

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