Say: A Poem by Jamie O’Halloran

Say it is the furnace clicking,
when the house twips
animal in its walls

Say it is the neighbor
shouting obscenities at his wife;
the epithets, the fence tumbling
honeysuckle you share

Say it is the dog’s nails
needing to be clipped, only you
haven’t a dog

but you listen anyway
to the clatter of dust
coating the hardwood floor


Author’s Note: My poem “Say” was published in Southern Ocean Review in January 1997. SOR was an online literary magazine out of New Zealand that closed shop (and disappeared from the Web) after its 50th issue in 2009. It was doubly exciting to have my first on-line and international publication in one go. “Say” is one of the only poems I’ve written without punctuation, and since the late ’90s, I use initial caps for all lines. Other than those difference in presentation, my voice is in the sound and imagery of the poem.

Jamie O'Halloran

Jamie O’Halloran was born on Long Island and raised there, in New Orleans, and in Seattle where she earned an M.A. in Creative Writing at the University of Washington. Her poems appear or are forthcoming, most recently, in The Night Heron Barks, Crannóg, One Hand Clapping, The Honest Ulsterman, and Spillway. She has won the Ann Stanford Prize for Poetry, among other awards, and her three of her poems have been nominated for the Pushcart prize. Her chapbooks include Sweet to the Grit and The Landscape from Behind with Jim Natal. Jamie lives in the Connemara Region of County Galway, Ireland.

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