Fragmented No. 24 by DAH

Everything never holds
breaking its breath
Songs are voices listening  
The crazy luxury of
glass ears that shatter  
The one-armed woman
fingering a cello
near hovering blackbirds  
Little by little
her hair floats with each
measurement
She lowers narrow blind eyes
impatiently
the thin shadow of one arm
against the wall
Loneliness is everywhere
Near the backdrop
dirty windows are anxious
In the streets
the heaviness of crowds
with heads turning
to stare at the shadow
A detuned singalong starts
everyone’s mouths cannot
find the lyrics  

DAH’s poems have been published by editors from the US, UK, Germany, Italy, Spain, Canada, Poland, Singapore, Philippines, Ireland, Africa, Australia, Mauritius, Japan and India. He is a multiple Pushcart nominee, Best Of The Net nominee, and the founding editor for the poetry critique group, The Lounge. DAH lives in Berkeley, California where he is working on the manuscript for his tenth poetry collection, and his poems have appeared in Poetry Now!, Otoliths, The Cape Rock, Straylight Magazine, Acumen Journal, Sandy River Review, Indian River Review, Harbinger Asylum, Junto Magazine, Mad Swirl Magazine, New Mexico Review, KNOT Magazine, Setu Journal, Fishbowl Press, Tokyo Poetry Journal and many others. He is also working on his first collection of short fiction. DAH does not hold degrees from any university writing programs, nor from any writers workshops.