One note

Georg Kolbe


I’m becoming

one note

can you hear it?

more hollow than a moan

can you feel my shoulders giving it shape?


no one else hears me

they cover the air with spittle and shine

foot walking around and around the center

no one dares touch

except with them as the star

of their own imaginations


It’s scary to think which way that goes


I’ve lost my skin nowadays

anyone can walk right in

pass right through and walk out the hole

in my heart

more flutter than beating

birds have strong but brittle bones


 I remember being that child

the one

more than one note





                                     All you see is the glow from the warming fire

                                     The cold night

                                    the bright moon

                                    your breath in the air


I often pull myself together in the YWCA pool, swimming laps… water therapy. I joined the Y initially to cure my fear of deep water. I can float and swim but for some reason when I try to tread water I sink to just above my nose. For months I dangled around in the deep end with a very large floaty. Then I discovered swim fins. Continue reading