"I am a psychotherapist and former university English instructor, who is currently doing postgraduate work at Harvard Medical School. I have published a book of poetry-CONTEMPLATIVE PERSONA and a chapbook-SPIRIT ECHOES."
Out of the void, a voice of baritone thunder broke. And ball lightning split airwaves wide. An incandescent flash: Son Seals was dead. Feral picking fingers frozen at sixty-two. shut up, shut in a nursing home. Gravelly rough, raw riffs halted at the crossroads.
Seismic shock shook her faith, shifted her footing, quick silver. She felt herself backslide and spin the radio dial to blues ditties. Hungry for verboten devil’s dens, roadhouses, and juke joints, she tuned out gospel greats and tent revivals to raise some hell fire.
Gazing backward over her left shoulder, she saw old masks and markers scattered like salt in abysmal wounds. Generational symbols.
Facing forward to wipe her scars, to wrap her head, she rhapsodized guitar legends and lost youth. Love beads gone, the bare moment embraced.
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