Journalism in Verse – EST. 2016

The liberty bell set against a peach-colored square surrounded by an image of water.

Bells

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I had always assumed the right to white herons, to the tickle of fish

through light, that right to each unenumerated privacy

as washes between those words we dare unspeak. 

 

This is what is left to us: Heft of shoulder, height of body, weight

of tongue at the strike point. We are copper, we are tin. 

You resound. I begin. 

 

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John M. Bellinger is a long-time editor for The Comstock Review – 35 years in print! This would not be his first published poem. Hopefully, it will not be his last.

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Humanist Manifesto
[American Humanist Association]


 

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