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Fine and Mellow
by Wayne Wolfson
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
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
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
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
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 ...
Ou Es Tu Mon Amour
by Wayne Wolfson
I alone, to once again see the whole city wet and painted blue. The exact shade, matching the color of her favorite dress. The cool blues of that night with her eyes, which I made weep gems under the cafe neon. The rain perfumes the concrete, one more time once. Walking the streets ...
Carved in Rock
by Suzanne Dennison
Carved in RockMassive waves of ice surroundAn island in the seaWhere an ancient passion carved in rockIs coming alive for me.You turned my way and heard me sayLove lingers in the tunesSo played a song to taunt meWith the dream's ...
Rue Linnei
by Wayne Wolfson
It is a hot day, the specifics I don't know, never having mastered the metric conversion. The heat makes everyone crazy dumb. It is only after the sun goes down that some will attempt to recreate the day's madness with drinks and different positions. Christina does not cover up as she hangs some ...
Sattamassagana For Rosie
by Wayne Wolfson
Grief, desire, memory. When utilized properly, they can serve to provide a sort of forward motion. Even if only down the street for that last drink of the evening. From somewhere nearby can be heard the faint tinkling of a piano as it has a conversation with itself. What do I have, what do ...
Jazz Trick
by Wayne Wolfson
The entire second set had been one of indifference on the part of both band and audience. Six songs and it was the only real collaboration which had gone on. It was all over. I did not feel like going home, but despite being payday I had no money, settling up my tab as to prevent ...
