Sublime, in my voice

public speaking

I am not a performer poet.

Crowds scare the shit out of me.  I forget to enunciate at the right places. I speak too fast. I get nervous. I sweat.

But voicemails are easy. You leave a message. After the beep.

My poem, “Sublime,” is now in Voicemail Poems. You can listen to it here.

It was originally published by Red Poppy Review (now rechristened as Poppy Road Review) in 2011.

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One response to “Sublime, in my voice

  1. So enrapt in awe;
    As the clouds meek in thunder were.
    That moment saw;
    The silence maddening his heart for her.

    Dead Poet.

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