Poem: Why Uncle Moe Played The Washboard On The Block When He Had Health Problems

Robert Lashley
1 min readSep 13, 2022

A poem from my upcoming collected works manuscript

Photo by Blind Rhino Media on Unsplash
Is it the silences between descriptive verbs?
Is it the pattern(or sound)? Repetitions made new?
the sight from his pitch beyond notes and figures
of his delta-to-the-north-hill sorrow songs?
Is it the sliver branch order in ivory soap and metal
beyond blown blue-black scales…



Robert Lashley

Writer. Author. Former Jack Straw and Artist Trust Fellow. The baddest ghetto nerd on the planet.