What Direction Now? Life at the intersection…

ThreeOdysseyEleven – A Song for Andrew C


Sing a song of shaking
Sing of pen as talisman and hand quivering to touch before falling away yet again
Sing of withering
Sing of Steinbeck’s sea worm, wriggling on a blade
Sing of clumsy fingertips and stumbling tongues
Sing the song of the idle and in doing so
Sing of standby, laying by, writing by nightlight as a last attempt to salvage today
Sing of those passed hours, and those passing now
Sing an unnameable—
Sing of first try being last
Sing of fast being slow being fast
Sing of raw parts rubbed redder
Sing of notes without letters and letters without sense

And in the end
Don’t forget to sing a silent prayer to God
Tucked among all the pretty others
That this one here is good enough
That we’ve done the right work all along
Or we’ll never make it out
To Carnegie Halls or
Anywhere else but Indiana
For that matter
Bring forth the ocean, it swells over my mind…

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What Direction Now? Life at the intersection…

About Andrew.

Andrew Cartwright grew up in Indianapolis, IN, but has lived over the years in such places as Denver, CO; Fairfax, VA; and Rivne, Ukraine. He is a former nonfiction editor for both Indiana Review and phoebe; he has also worked for the intersectional feminist journal, So To Speak, and the national literary magazine, Electric Literature. His work has appeared in The Normal School Online, Copper Nickel, Esquire Ukraine, Literary Hub, and Word Riot.

For more information about me and links to other writing, visit my author page at cartwriter.com





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