JD DeHart is a writer and teacher. His chapbook, The Truth About Snails, is available on Amazon. DeHart's poems have appeared in a variety of places, including Gargouille and The Other Herald. Needless to Say It almost goes without saying, but the phrase is still offered. I can respect that. I respect a word that stands up for itself, unflinching in the barren air, filling a formerly empty space. This is the fear of first utterance, of composing on a blank line, the challenge of words on a page. Seeker Let me lie here a while, another moment, and soak in the search, my face in plush carpet, calling down epic fire from the sky or just a bit of breeze, listening to the calls around me of the other seekers, reaching for solace and heaven, reaching, up and up, past plaster, past chandelier, past roof and cloud and vapor. Underground Poet Words travel in traces around the web, dotted here and there, among other common voices. Featured on this page, do they notice, do they like, do they... and is that what composing is about? Pleasing others? A sound that's heard or a word that fills a screen? There must be a weight to the ink beyond audience. I Go on, speak, I record, I jot, I take note. Fill this room with story. I will simply ask, What do you want others to know? Then do my best to listen, lean in, intent, nod. Jot a note. It will hopefully make sense later. Tell me more about that. And when did you first know. And what is your greatest love. Tell me as much as you want. I'll do my best to represent it later, somewhere else.
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