![Image shows cover of Spring 2025 issue of The Georgia Review, a semi-abstract painting of two arm or leg-like appendages in front of an office builidng. Text says "My ears or a field of ears [2024 Loraine Williams Poetry Prize Featured Finalist] by Samuel Ace. Below is an excerpt from a longer poem which continues at the link in the description.
"My ears or a field of ears I lie on the couch and dream of low grasses my back a weak margin steered off course into an ocean so placental I barely recognize the form hear me do you hear me? my mind empty except for the hum of the refrigerator in another room I hum back a little song to a child not yet here a vibration of tiny feet that make their way through the desert to lie down beside me a life that knows only simple crises instinctive grief and unbreakable wisdom
The trees hold each other underground sharing bread and important statistics a net that binds the planet they keep their secrets out of sight a knowledge understood only by the burrowers ants and earthworms moles and kangaroo rats they give nothing away and fall asleep to the whispers of the soil"](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:ot5z54e6azvlfy4rjta6fu5q/bafkreib4lde7uuoajupw6xusncuqwp7yqesbwuj7v6fsx3ehagtqxevv3i)
Image shows cover of Spring 2025 issue of The Georgia Review, a semi-abstract painting of two arm or leg-like appendages in front of an office builidng. Text says "My ears or a field of ears [2024 Loraine Williams Poetry Prize Featured Finalist] by Samuel Ace. Below is an excerpt from a longer poem which continues at the link in the description. "My ears or a field of ears I lie on the couch and dream of low grasses my back a weak margin steered off course into an ocean so placental I barely recognize the form hear me do you hear me? my mind empty except for the hum of the refrigerator in another room I hum back a little song to a child not yet here a vibration of tiny feet that make their way through the desert to lie down beside me a life that knows only simple crises instinctive grief and unbreakable wisdom The trees hold each other underground sharing bread and important statistics a net that binds the planet they keep their secrets out of sight a knowledge understood only by the burrowers ants and earthworms moles and kangaroo rats they give nothing away and fall asleep to the whispers of the soil"
This came out a few weeks ago - I'm
just getting around to posting. Very grateful to The Georgia Review
www.thegeorgiareview.com/posts/my-ear...
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