MFA Blog, Spring 2018

Voice

I’m thinking about voices, lately.

The voices we encounter, every day. And the voices we don’t hear.

I’m recording the voice of a poet who’s been dead for 500 years.

I visited his house, once; I wear his words around my neck.

My voice, digitized, echoes down the centuries:

Midway, along the path of life.

A litany.

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