Even Alone
A poem by Norman Minnick

Even Alone

Even alone I am loud
— silence isolates —
whether snoring or pressing words
fifteen layers deep into a notebook

— to kill the artificial
is necessary for survival —

But more than that
spooning underground
the bones of truth dissolve
into the bones of beauty

waiting to be exhumed
for proper burial

About the Author:

Norman Minnick is the author of three collections of poetry and editor of several anthologies. Most recently, he is the editor of The Lost Etheridge: Uncollected Poems of Etheridge Knight.

His poems and essays have been published in The Georgia Review, The Sun, World Literature Today, The Writer’s Chronicle, Oxford American, and New World Writing, among others. Visit www.buzzminnick.com for more information.

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