The Moment Before the Poem Arrives The train has stopped between stations and no one knows why. The lights flicker once, hold, and the carriage
The Hands That Write and the Hands That Sign You are reading aloud in a room where the light has gone soft, and the words
The Voice Before the Silence There is a man at the kitchen table who will not go to bed. It is past two in the
The Body That Would Not Be Silent You know the feeling before you can name it. Something moves in you that has no approved translation,
The Weight of the Page Before the First Word You know the feeling before you have ever written a single line. You sit down, the
The Dialect That Burns You are standing in a kitchen that smells of something your grandmother cooked, and the word for it — the real
The Moment Before the Word You are standing in a room full of people who are laughing, and you cannot explain why you feel like
The Drunk in the Gutter and the Saint on the Page You have seen him before. Not in a museum, not in a biography with
The Silence Before the Word You know the moment. The page is white and the pen is in your hand and there is no shortage
The Drunk at the Bar Who Sees Too Much He is already there when you arrive, sitting at the far end of the bar where
The Moment Before the Word You are standing in a kitchen at three in the morning and something is wrong, but not in any way
The Ungraspable Now Try it right now. Stop reading for a moment and attempt to catch what you are thinking. Not what you will think
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