This poem is taken from Stand 217, 16(1) March - April 2018.
Three Poems
Chorus
I gave my mother a radio her death
gave back, tuned to the breath of no one station.
I dragged a needle across the horizon.
Somewhere a voice. To take the breath away.
...
I gave my mother a radio her death
gave back, tuned to the breath of no one station.
I dragged a needle across the horizon.
Somewhere a voice. To take the breath away.
...
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