#758: The Voice That Is Not My Voice Is My Voice

I was compelled to use the word“voice” three times in the title of thispoem, and looking at the word (everyone has had this experience)it feels unfamiliar, unreal, made up. That sound I make when I talkis called a voice, and the personalityof my writing or my art is also calledsometimes a voice, but, too, theContinue reading “#758: The Voice That Is Not My Voice Is My Voice”

#388: Poem on April 15, 2021

Poem on April 15 My mother talked to herself. I remember listening in from the hallway as she’d go on and on as she was doing some chore or another in her bedroom, putting clothes away, tidying up, dusting, cleaning the bathroom. I rarely could make out what she was saying, but mostly I couldContinue reading “#388: Poem on April 15, 2021”

#292: Two Sides (a Dialogue with Self)

Recently, I was thinking about self talk, or, literally, the act of talking out loud to oneself, and decided finally, even though I suspected it all along, that it is a necessary and healthful behavior. I mean, what’s the signature feature of Shakespeare’s soliloquies? To me, the key feature of a Shakespeare soliloquy, beyond theContinue reading “#292: Two Sides (a Dialogue with Self)”