A chill a ululation one howl and then another like a wounded animal like a caged animal breaking free in voice calling out across the neighborhood lighting the city at dusk calling out to the fog to the Bottom to the hills
Heartache, is it? but also, “I’m here” and “I hear you.” We are together in this lonely world. We sing.
Carolyn Lehman, May 11, 2020, 8 pm
This article appears in ‘Very Soon’.
Nice. Perhaps I’ll start contributing. Just knowing I’m not alone. I’d rather hoot like an owl though.