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    Death Silences All

    Poem written in memory of Mike Miller and Robina Winbush at the Service of Bereavement Death silences all.Even the most eloquent life falls at the end of a breath.Every sentence eventually arrives at a period. Stories have a deadline or run out of pages. The symphony plays its finale, the music can’t go on,and the vibration of the cello string fades.Death silences all.Death stuns us into silenceWhen a sentence midway in expression suddenly halts,When a line comes to an enjambmentWhen the light suddenly goes off And the musical  never gets to its denouement.These unsuspected stops stun us into silenceFor we come to realizeThat every life is a parenthesis.Death silences the…

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    How Does a Poem Work?

    i’m not sure but it’s what you look for when your father dies and you were expecting it for awhile, because he had a full life, the pastor says, like a pear, ripe with sun, snaps from the branch and falls to earth, and no estranged child, everyone came and kissed his face the week before he passed away, ain’t that a blessing, amen, the church people say, and yet that emptiness in your 60 year old chest, is so vast even the night can’t fit in it, and you don’t know how to say it, so your hands go fumbling through you old poetry anthology from college, the one…