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POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
Sam Rush is originally from South Florida and began writing poems after developing progressive hearing loss and realizing how many words each word could be. Their work has been featured in The Offing, Muzzle, The Journal, and elsewhere.
Also by Sam Rush:
Two Micros
Neverland
Sonnet for acoustic feedback looping & transgender media representation
Sonnet for speech too soft & you who’ve yet to choose a name
Once. A bell told & told & I am told
does still. Once. I took a man at eyes &
out his mouth a stack of breath fainted, lay
still & still hot & silent at my feet.
Once. There was a last whisper that found me.
Once. I waded out, cast a line, & watched
the surface sound its circles in circles
of declaration, fading flat in time
to meet my skin. I mean. My mother
speaks to angels. I mean. Today I keep
the speaker out of me for long enough
to watch a swallow swoon the ghost of song.
I mean. That I have come to trust the sound
of you, Child, whatever we have yet to hear.
As a person with severe hearing loss, I am often asked to construct a reality based on trust in the perceptions and experiences of others. As a trans person I am rarely given the same trust, in turn. This poem holds close the gift it is to learn to live between what can be felt, or seen, or heard and what it means to listen there.
Glass: A Journal of Poetry is published monthly by Glass Poetry Press.
All contents © the author.
All contents © the author.
