Results for "Jazz Poetry"

Fantasy in Blue

by Naomi Extra
March 20, 2010

Cage

by Gordon Marshall
March 7, 2010

I play the folk song twice once to ring out the singed changes, again in order that nothing comes between you and me, however the notes pound for release from a cage... A piece by Cage, you know the one, the 4' 33" of silence

Corona King

by Gordon Marshall
February 20, 2010

for Louis Armstrong I saw the Satchmo's shack of brick needle stopped on record warped humble as a corona with a cognac fixtures plated gold reflecting me, directing me to the “s'all" in early fall stilling solos beat out on the balcony, to the ...

Three Jazz Poems

by Gordon Marshall
February 6, 2010

Dolphy What I hear is gone, playpens clattering with rattles like drums, hum of heater on the floor-- I remember this as I tap the tones out of the bass clarinet bell. I yell, Hell! I can tell ...

Cords

by Wayne Wolfson
December 19, 2009

Every person, friend, family, enemy and lover is a string, one end attached to you. Tethered to life. We go through our lives getting all tangled up. When someone dies the cord is cut. Gazing down, your hold the severed line in your hand and wonder about the cut. Even with the courage to ...

Fine and Mellow

by Wayne Wolfson
April 25, 2009

I head home. Even if I had, had money, I was just too tired to sustain the illusion that something, something may happen. Most days the possibility sustained me, that and the music. There was no place to go anyways. The rain made the sky waver. Off in the distance a plane, a dull ...

Wisdom of Loss

by Wayne Wolfson
January 24, 2009

It was the day after Paula's going home party. Helium worn away, one lone white balloon now shrunken and flightless, sits on a hedge looking like the bleached skull of a sacrifice from some pagan ritual.Even in my better moments there was a certain degree of fatalism, a lament for the finite.How ...

Blended Energy

by Suzanne Dennison
January 24, 2009

This constant return thru tunesTo the feelings when sharing bonesDraped in the skin of existence,The transfer flowing thru soundsRe-awakens a sense of our fusionWith music absorbing the meaningAt the root of love”s sweet song.Despite forces that scar the surfaceThe glory ...

Star Eyes

by Wayne Wolfson
November 23, 2008

Occupying the neighboring stools, people come and go; the tide of humanity gone thirsty. Cocktail umbrellas litter the bar lying to all of her good fortune. Cheap tobacco, blues, the girl I need you to be. She is a sphinx two drinks from leaving home. I suck in air trough my teeth to further ...

Rehearsing Lullabies

by Wayne Wolfson
September 21, 2008

For CaracolI am by the fountain where we used to meet, rehearsing lullabies. The man I could have been stares up at me from the surface. His head, surrounded by the gem like halo of the street's neon offering. Ah baby, I am sick again, get him to carry me ...