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Dear Words

Reverberating on my eardrum’s skin
you come in
like a finger on a guitar string.
Sound sends me quivering.
Some places hands can’t go.
You touch the soul.
But I’m not saying hands can’t talk
or what is meant can’t be felt.
Once I saw a deaf boy put
his hand on a stereo speaker
and snap his fingers to the beat
emanating on his fingertips.


  1. Posted 10 Mar ’18 at 7:57 pm | Permalink

    its so lovely, the whole site. sorry its taken me so long to just sit and take it all in. I hope you and all around you are well. we should have lunch. I didn’t realize how influenced by you I am. did I send you go go. well the next part, the good doctor is almost done. trilogy. love you. bis bald. poorman.

    • Posted 10 Mar ’18 at 9:14 pm | Permalink

      Thank you. Much appreciated. I hope you and yours are well. You haven’t sent me anything. Please do.

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