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Poem: The Bewitched Ear

When she first came out I didn’t think / she was in my head. / The florescent in the laundry room needs fixing.

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Paint Has a Sound

I wear hearing devices but over the years as I have struggled with my hearing, I could feel and see changes in how I interact with others, in social situations, with family, and, more personally, in how I started to withdraw and become more introverted and retrospective.

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Hair Cell Eulogy

People don’t seem to understand the damage they’ll incur
The way that birds’ songs, music, voices, all become a blur -
When the ears are not protected from loud music, shotgun blasts;
The birdsong they heard yesterday may have been their last...

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