The Year I Took to Silence

and brought night with me,
wore idol and eider down
like prairie fire spilling
from a wispy mountain
like blood in my body
gone speechless
and high wire

when the heat mutates into experience
when the fallen rise from the floor
and cannot locate where it hurts

thinning light
scud and scarred
vacuumed into the current’s core
like a lovers fist

discontinuous at your looming
your “I will be there soon”
hold a spot for me at the reception
a crack in the monotony

nerve endings unfurling
and how deep
is your wound
up river

something breaks you open
a biography of forgetting

nearly nothing

nearly everything

James Diaz is the author of This Someone I Call Stranger (2018, Indolent Books) and editor of the forthcoming anthology What Keeps us Here: Songs from The Other Side of Trauma. In 2016 he founded the online literary arts and music journal Anti-Heroin Chic to provide a platform for often unheard voices, including those struggling with addiction, mental illness and Prison/confinement. He resides in upstate New York, in between balanced rocks and horse farms. He has never believed in anything as strongly as he does the power of poetry to help heal a shattered life. Read other articles by James.