Articles by E. Amato

Jazz Poetry

Ancient Skins

by E. Amato
December 30, 2006

Pounding ancient skins,fathering ecstatic sound.Smile like a doorway to Bliss,spunky dreads dance aroundwhite linenClean,crisply falling oversilver-ringed hands thatsnatch rhythm off theCurve of asweet & pungent riff.

The way you ride the horse, babyyou make your best friend laugh!Baby, you ride that horse likeyou were created this minute!But are you stingy? ...

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Jazz Poetry

Richard Tee

by E. Amato
January 9, 2005

Fingers flying like heavy birds across the black and whites Erecting massive columns of music to uphold the sweet rasp of a saxophone, the lazy lick of a guitar -- glissandos in work boots - Fender Rhodes Cathedral

Lone Star Margarita on the rocks, no salt My body mingles into your notes til it's playing, ...