Wednesday, June 8, 2011


in the age of communication on every device known. there is a strange sound of silence.

nothing. no sounds. no words. nothing.

we hear from people all day long for the most trivial details of their lives. we read information about people's lives that we do not care about.

it's in front of us all the time. all the time. all the time.

except when it's not.

then the silence is deafening.


  1. Holy cow! B, this is SO good. Did you know you were a poet? Or has it been a surprise?

  2. why thank you ruth. it's not really a surprise...i write mostly in choppy lines which translates easily to poems. so most of the time its just getting the line breaks right.