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A quarterly international literary journal

He called you his muse




/ Poetry /

it wasn’t poetic

 

he was older

 

it wasn’t right

 

he was married

 

            words were misused

 

he was our teacher

 

we never learned

 

he avoided

 

            the boundaries

 

termination

 

            between teacher

 

he kept writing

 

and student

 

and publishing

 

and who to tell

           

and performing

 

and what to say

 

till you spoke out

 

            so we stayed quiet

 

with the truth

 

            tried not to see

 

inspiring us all

 

tried to pretend

 

to add our voice

 

            we could hear

 

to the words

           

            only the silence

 

that you spoke

 

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