Autobiographical

My full-length book, Where We Think It Should Go, can be yours via Octopus Books, Small Press Distribution, or Amazon. We better celebrate these hard copies while we can. When I'm not writing poetry, I teach amazing young people who are blind. I believe in a healthier future.
Showing posts with label sounds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sounds. Show all posts

Thursday, June 21, 2007

brooklyn sounds

trying to get some sounds on this thing, a better microphone. buses, cars, airplanes, kids, yelling, cars, buses, airplanes, horns, birds, wind. all you can hear is the trucks and buses on the thing that i can't put on this thing.

there's a sound tunnel. a street's a sound tunnel and the sound tunnels by. earlier i napped through thunder, wind, dark clouds, rain, yelling, and woke up to sun shining at 8 o'clock. only hearing all that, i couldn't have slept. listening in the sounds, awake. longest day of the year.