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02 April, 2018: Echolalia

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by Derek Gromadzki

Echolalia

All day long day at the water’s end and halloos after saltgrass anthems to while away the lovely nothings where nothing lovely returns on wind in absentia from a witch’s kite unspun and lentor ashake amid marram all day long day at the water’s end where nothing lovely leaves on wind rewound around a witch’s kite to while away the lovely nothings where nothing lovely returns all day long day at the water’s end and halloos after saltgrass anthems.

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"Echolalia" by Derek Gromadzki, from Fugue. The University of Idaho, 2016. Used by permission of the author.
 
ABOUT TODAY’​S POET
Derek Gromadzki is a poet and a translator. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in publications such as American Letters & Commentary, Bellingham Review, Black Warrior Review, BOAAT, Conjunctions, Fugue, Seneca Review and Witness. He is the author of the poetry collection Pilgrimage Suites (Parlor Press/Free Verse Editions, 2017) and the chapbook Horology (Paradigm Press, 2016). His most recent translations, collaborations with Sayuri Okamoto, can be found in Alice, Iris, Red Horse: Selected Poems of Yoshimasu Gozo (New Directions, 2016). He is a visiting assistant professor of creative writing at Oberlin College and the recipient of a 2018 NEA Fellowship.

 

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Write about hypersensitivity in one of the senses: hearing, touch, taste, sight or smell.


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Ryan
Window to their souls
Can't hide the lying
Look them straight
Make them scatter

Intensity
Icy, then warm
If given the chance
Welcome
4/2/2018 8:40:21 PM

N. K. Hasen
Too Much Chatty Voices

Room filled brimming with family.
Chattering sounds vibrate through walls.
Crescendos upward in overpowering mind.
Noise of ringing chatter reaches its peak.
Ears begin to throb. A tightness is felt behind.
Eyes close, try to tune out the higher volume.
Room begins to feel squeeze as mind clouds up with noise.
Pounding into one’s head like violent storm upon surf.
Leave before pressure builds to tipping point.
Even though hard of hearing, noise level can make one cringe.
To deafening power to one ears so sensitive.
Solitude to silent room releases tension of chatty voices.
Seas of mind are cleared once more.
4/2/2018 9:26:05 AM



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