Voices on the Wind Obscure Voices
Disembodied Voice by Mary E. Lux The last message from you on the answering machine is a one-liner in your deep voice. Your use of my name sounds in my depths like the strokes from a shipís bell on a submerged hulk, swaying on the edge of an ocean trench in the currents circling the globe. Itís a ringing unheard by others-- the sound of a myth, mine and yours only, that of Ruth and Naomi. Its tones excavate memories; their harmonics stir again certain ecstasies and cutting griefs, but itís worth the music of such reverberant blows, so Iím keeping the tape from ďEraseĒ for a whole year at least, and the ship from tipping over the brink into night.