The Words Under The Words Comments

My grandmother’s voice says nothing can surprise her. Take her the shotgun wound and the crippled baby. She knows the spaces we travel through, the messages we cannot send—our voices are short.. life, prblrms. unheard cries. a very good poem. tony

I have to tell you how much I enjoyed this poem and all of the others that you submitted this morning. They're wonderful, and I hope to read more. Larry Beck