Jennifer Genell

Jan 13, 2025 | pittnews.com | Danae Poteat |Jennifer Genell

Scranton’s hist’ry of soundSpeaks in my failure to say “t”Especially in themiddle of words where it blends deep As silt in the murkyLacky’s orange brown blood spurtsFrom the bore hole. FloodedMines innervate the soul Of the hard-packed valleysWith mountains that shift and shape us. Revenge on the glaciers? Smells like a Folger’s scented hug Hugs wake the mind, repleteThe lungs that skip t’s and stand on“I’s” iota in “crick”To get a clearer view of home