We were asked to write a poem about ourselves by the wonderful poetic collective, Poets United. I chose the musical facet, because everybody’s been deluged with too much about my mental health and Wisconsin/national politics lately! So consider this an early Hanukkah present…


Faceless in the realm of True Believers
Nightclubs were my church
Midnight congregations
Not Sunday stewards
Saturday night souls hungry for the words

Holding fast to faith in
languid, lazy Hoagie
self-indulgent Cole
snobby, snappy Noel
Billie and Judy, my fallen risen angels

The smoky cloud of witnesses
for souls such as I

A baby grand, my heaven
our voices, the choir
Music, my religion
controllable, comforting balm

ยฉ 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil