there is no first word: by Paul Squires

The written version of this poem has disappeared from this archive. If you’re wondering why, click HERE.

To listen to a podcast of this poem, click on the player below:

Listen to Paul reading his own work for the NPR broadcast: WORDSALAD

Read more of Paul’s work at GINGATAO including interesting and playful thoughts about translation of cross-cultural metrical requirements in this POST.

By bonniemcclellan

Mother, poet, american ex-pat from Texas living in Northern Italy.

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