Investigating my Grief Group’s Reports of Communications from their Departed Ones I strike my singing bowl, set it vibrating. lean my ear inside with caution so as not to interrupt. I wait for the ringing to swell and surround me, for the sound to ring me, the way it does. So dependable, how the ringing goes on whether I attend or not but softer and softer. I can never tell if I hear the bowl or the vibrations set up in my ear. Is there still anything to hear? or is it no more than memory of memory
Karen Greenbaum-Maya is a retired clinical psychologist, former German major and restaurant reviewer, and, two-time Pushcart and Best of the Net nominee. Her first full sentence was, “Look at the moon!” Her work has appeared in journals including Sow’s Ear Poetry Review, B O D Y, Comstock Poetry Review, Rappahannock Poetry Review, CHEST, and, Spillway. Kattywompus Press publishes Burrowing Song, Eggs Satori, and, Kafka’s Cat. Kelsay Books publishes The Book of Knots and their Untying. She co-curates Fourth Sundays, a poetry series in Claremont, California. She is currently working on a collection about her husband Walter, who died of lung cancer in 2018.
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