deer waits, uncertain in the margin. The moving connects
to the moving. The moving connects to the still.
Random & Melodic
I am trying to find the sound of a voice in a silence: a silence never the same, never different. Forcing the dry dirt aside,
an ant may wince at the dissonant cries of a wren, but the path to the ear is clear through storms of sound for some.
To perceive what we already know, oh, in the ocean of ear, the known voice is clear over the roars, the roof shingles
peeling away into sky. The dry dirt stings the eyes. The sound of things dropping down to the road is known, and the known is nothing.
-- Carolyn Guinzio’s third book, Spoke & Dark, was chosen by Alice Quinn for the To The Lighthouse/A Room Of Her Own Prize and will appear in 2012 on Red Hen Press. She is also the author of West Pullman, winner of the 2004 Bordighera Poetry Prize, and Quarry (Parlor Press, 2008). Her work has appeared in Blackbird, Colorado Review, Indiana Review, New American Writing, Puerto Del Sol, and Smartish Pace, among other journals. She is the editor of an online journal of innovative writing and images by women called Yew (yewjournal.com).