Articles by Eric Vance Walton
Alarm Clock Dawn
by Eric Vance Walton
Focus is hazed as wing-tip dreams come callingsoftly, persistently those starched seams of material obsessiontrite expressions that seem to echo so endlesslyI've left it all behind this time left it all behind in my mindThe alarm clock dawn methodical in its wringing, starving, stealing time so stealthily that you hardly notice until one day you wake up faded, to a jaded, gaunt and hungry hue.I've left it all behind this ...
read moreProvidence
by Eric Vance Walton
Your presence brings such joy to my life, one beautiful mystery I don't care to explain away
but rather bask in each moment that warms like the sun and cleanses like rain
we must've known one another long before in another time and place, some speakeasy or juke joint dive
where lives thrived
read moreRush Street
by Eric Vance Walton
Here we are on Rush Street amongst all the beautiful people tonight, much too tall to be blue
these eyes appear to be lying because after all this time, we seem to be the ones they're watching
dressed to the t", they think we have it nice and easy but the strongest might get queasy At the struggles we've seen
Jilly's was soaked in Sinatra, contentment ...
read moreThe Green Mill
by Eric Vance Walton
We took the redline to Lawrence and checked the world at the door in the footsteps of all those before who found solace in sax and draped themselves in neon dreams
I must confess how easily I acquiesced to the Gresik groove hundreds moved as broad shoulders unloaded some say this swing-style's outmoded. It don't mean a thing
Brother, I ...
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