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Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, The Scattered Notes of Midlife

07.14.11 Posted in Contributor Series 9, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears The Scattered Notes of MidlifeBy KJ Hannah Greenberg Scattered notes, all puffed up from virtuosity’s capacious contrails, Wiggle baroque concertos across the skyline of my years plus decades. Such cacophonous barques steer poorly toward horizon events, also misdirect memories, Cause all altimetries to remain confused by whispers of […]


Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, Crystal Voice

07.11.11 Posted in Contributor Series 9, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears Crystal VoiceBy Jekwu Anyaegbuna From the translucent drop of this sound, I shall spot your crystal voice, singing,  sharing from my memory, a repository of bliss. Little birds copy your inimitable voice, a voice that dreams; a voice that rules; a voice that delivers. Under the canopy of […]


Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, Guitar Poem

07.07.11 Posted in Contributor Series 9, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears Guitar PoemBy Kenneth Karrer They have the keys to life For those who learn to make them sing. They’re wood and wire. Shaped, bent, molded, steamed, pressed, and fired Mother of pearled, Fretted F Holed, inlaid strung out of sinew from Muscle Shoals to Memphis from Austin to […]


Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, Feeding Nancy

07.04.11 Posted in Contributor Series 9, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears Feeding NancyBy Paul Hostovsky She was my favorite sign language teacher, the one with the gentlest patience, her long intelligent fingers never tiring of song, of listening for song the way a hand listens for the rain. I have come to feed her dinner tonight in the hospital […]


Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, Pay Attention

06.30.11 Posted in Contributor Series 9, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears Pay AttentionBy Cassie Premo Steele Chickadee in the birdfeeder–watches me as he gathers seeds, then takes them up into the tree, and thanks me with clicks and chirps. A woodpecker flies north, high, cracking his throat. And a cardinal boy zooms past, low to the grass, to the […]


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