My Voice #16

My voice: foxes screaming in the woods


I’ve always been very shy and soft spoken. Often times, I let my voice blend into the background noise of the world. I also have a tendency to fall into silence and allow others to speak over me and forget the power of my voice. This series of small lines is a collection that attempts to describe and capture the range of my voice. This is my way of claiming a space for my voice in this world.

My Voice #15

My voice: changing radio stations when you can’t find something you want to listen to


I’ve always been very shy and soft spoken. Often times, I let my voice blend into the background noise of the world. I also have a tendency to fall into silence and allow others to speak over me and forget the power of my voice. This series of small lines is a collection that attempts to describe and capture the range of my voice. This is my way of claiming a space for my voice in this world.

My Voice #14

Night Dancing in the Amtrak Yard

Night Dancing in the Amtrak Yard  

All the guard dogs are asleep.
The beagles hushed their junkyard rhapsody
After the last fire whistle.

The July heat lightning that lit the
Track recedes into a horizon darker
Than a Pennsylvania coal mine.

Fireflies switch on their signals
Across the dark spaces of the yard,
Like strands of cordless light bulbs.

Here I am pressed into her neck
Muddling every step to a waltz
Whose name I can’t pronounce.

My jaw clenches with stage fright,
Threatening to snap like driftwood
Wedged in a trash compactor.

The rails shine like the lights
On stage at the Bolshoi Theater
As I follow her choreography
Toward the grand finale.

I see a gentle glimmer in her eye.
For the first time in my life,
I’m not in the cheap seats.

By Christian Sammartino

My Voice #13

My voice: the humming sound a neon sign makes.


I’ve always been very shy and soft spoken. Often times, I let my voice blend into the background noise of the world. I also have a tendency to fall into silence and allow others to speak over me and forget the power of my voice. This series of small lines is a collection that attempts to describe and capture the range of my voice. This is my way of claiming a space for my voice in this world.