Recording of “Listening to Cicadas, I See Charlottesville (Ghazal)”

Listening to Cicadas, I See Charlottesville (Ghazal)

Shedding one coat, you live in the red, apart
from the rest. Never together, forever apart.

In this sun-drenched field, the cracks drill deeper,
wider, dribbling soil and small lives, expanding, apart.

What falls truer than any words released from this man?
Once divided, never again to touch, always apart.

The electric shrill fluctuates pitch, in unison. Hundreds
of tymbals, shredding dusk, now together, then apart.

You narrow your eye to a slit, but still see the entire
spectrum. Wing clicks, stridulation. Whole yet apart.

Shearing syllables, I learn the language of half-truth.
What is my name? I reach for that fragment. It falls apart.

9 thoughts on “Recording of “Listening to Cicadas, I See Charlottesville (Ghazal)”

  1. I like the cicadas in the background. 🙂 I’m hoping to have a reading/launch for the chapbook, but can’t/won’t schedule until the books are available. Finishing Line seems to be running behind, and some poets have had to cancel readings. So I’m going to be patient. But maybe in December.


  2. Hearing this spoken sends my thoughts down dark tunnels, in regards to extremists. As if words, once spoken/proclaimed, no longer are a part of the speaker. Rather, they become a truth on which to base assumptions that have no real basis in fact, resulting actions further validating their delusions.

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