A New Sound
my hand upon
the heart was stone
you conceal
the night in silence
when four o’clock came
I entered the night aroused
to search for my own dream,
the wild beneath my ease
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Erasure Poem made from Poe’s “The Tell-Tale Heart.” One poem per page from The Essential Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe (Barnes & Noble, 2004)
James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.
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