Welcome back to the internet

Things have been crazy in the Harrity house. We're gearing up for another baby, going back to school, dealing with job woes, making home improvements, and generally living a busy life. So, blogging has been the first thing to go, but I'm making an honest effort to pick it back up again.

That being said, were coming upon the Lenten season at warp speed and I've been having trouble getting my heart and mind prepared for all the beauty of it. It's time to slow down by reading poetry. Here's a poem of mine that appeared in the most recent issue of Copper-Nickel. I'll be posting some Lenten poems by other poets as I feel fit. Enjoy.




Pe



There's such a small divide between speech and silence,
one that isn't so much about absences of sounds

as about the way two noises touch
and move to one—the way a key enters

the dark of keyhole; the pleasant scrape
of metal comes closer and is gentle on the ear.

You’re this way in the stillness before dawn—the small voice
of a coming storm, like a silence that rests between

the end of one syllable and the beginning of another
great calm—a letter within letters, a flash of breath

between two parted words. Out of your mouth
the day unlocks and opens into a quiet quake of coming

thunder, the rattle of an alphabet of rain over the ground
and my windows—a cadence emerging, a thousand

caesuras opening the chest of a sentence—
your voices and your echoes breaking over us.