In The Same Air a spoken word poem by James Navé

Twice 5 Miles Radio with James Navé · Aug 27, 2023 · 1m

In the Same Air Old redemption had little to do with the maroon strand land when I was young. I never knew barbed wire or porcelain tea cups during that delicate growing time. The cloud foxes played grace tricks on the new spring grass where bones still remembered winter. The possibility of music in my cloisonné dreams clashed with Mr. Arrowwood, who shot lesser night hawks above the trees. On Sundays, after church, I ate mashed potatoes with gravy in the same air where my Grandfather sat close to his 12-gauge shotgun in the corner. Even now, I chime between redemption and salvation there on…