Fall 2010 / Issues / Poetry 2010 / Volume 41

I Come From An Oboe Family — James Doyle

Everyone played higher than each other. Notes lithe as wires, tuning sharp entanglements, preludes above the living room air. Father, grandmother, great-aunt Susannah, junior Tilman, weddings, anniversaries, funerals. High C’s turned themselves inside out, trapezes, somersaults through some fly-by stratosphere of their own. Lemon twists, spangles, circus dust. Hands that streamline the shore after the … Continue reading