voices in the dark

I want to open
every night
knock on candlelight

talk to something frightening
secret, somehow

a way to see

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Erasure poem from Number the Stars (p22) by Lois Lowry. We took pages from an old copy that was falling apart and bound for the recycle bin and distributed them to our classes to make erasure poems. This was mine.

James Brush

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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