Arts
S2:E5 This episode consists of a poem born from the top of a panoramic hill southeast of Asheville. Read by yours truly. 1,000 Secret Whispers Through an IT Tower Knoll Hilltop of open cattle land and cell tower IT needles, Sun setting over endless grass. Are we always whispering across such spaces Mole hills tunneling their crazy paces Beneath the only tall things left, the thistles And last seasons’ dung. Bare rocks Turn face towards Sun when she Molasses passes far above. On microwaves Dart messages of love, like fishes Navigating corals some thousand miles below this knoll Which holds the concrete toes of spires’ wires Passing their threads of spiders messages Above thru viewless space dimensionally inaccessible except To ears of precious metal mined at feet of war torn wilderness Thousands of miles away. So we may say Into tight microphone like a child’s game of telephone I love you, I hate you, come home, stay gone, I will. —19 November 2020 Mica Sun Reflections. Drop deep for a moment. Getting art to your ears. @micasunreflections https://micasun.bandcamp.com/ --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/micasun/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/micasun/support