Sound Years
By A. J. Luxton
my brain is not up to date
it thinks it was an hour ago that I
am reading your dispatches
the empty space, stretching
between your last set of words and my unholy hour
is the Silence,
itself,
penetrated by the Big Bang’s echo
the distance delay makes the sound
somehow inappropriate,
like the foreign stars were trying for a moment
to remember your name
A. J. Luxton lives in Portland, Oregon, with a family composed of tall hairless people who enjoy this sort of thing and some small furry people who prefer catnip.
Story © 2006 A. J. Luxton. All other content copyright © 2006 ByrenLee Press
Copyrighted by the author unless otherwise noted.
Art Director: Bonnie Brunish
