Jody Azzouni



Originally published in Sycamore Review 15, 2003.
Added 3/24/2020
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Poem | Jody's Notes


The echoing cavity: an

ache in sound. I tell you:

it is pauses

we should listen for,

the stop in the watch,

the hiccup that means

light is frozen


for once. Too many

think movement is a key,

something that turns into life.

Think of the period and what

it avoids; the desire that only syntax

extinguishes: words

(at least) do not move

once they have died to paper.