Partial silence/Hours in thought and talk/My dog listened and understood/Time in hours on the old back porch/I was in my own safe, social world.
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.
Please Send a Decoder: A Retired Scientist's Experience with Hearing Loss and Tinnitus
A retired scientist rediscovers a love for writing poetry, especially as a way to share her experience with hearing loss and tinnitus. I have worn hearing aids since the 1980s but my story begins long before then. In 1945 both my eardrums ruptured.