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Valentina's Ghost
by Wayne Wolfson
I got a visit from a dead friend the other day, crawling out from in between the pages of a found notebook. I now sit here thinking, which is funny. All the time she had tried just a little too hard to get lost in thought and I would mock her for it. Every ...
La Notte
by Wayne Wolfson
You left. I am going back.Sundown, the darkness will allow us to think of what we have done.The dimmed windows of stores. Heaven offered up through the motionless shadows of luxury. The dimmed windows, the dead smile of an enemy. My sweetheart's stare. Luxury ill afforded. I am ...
Bright Flares
by Suzanne Dennison
BRIGHT FLARES Chasing the same dream for decadesCan't dim the glow we shared:It was transferred into musicAnd I sense you in those soundsFlowing thru the atmosphere. The glory in shared passionsMade pure, ring clearAs I listen to the ...
Rue Coquilliere
by Wayne Wolfson
For SybilleI had let the water in the tub run dangerously high. Almost up to the lip, where it threatened to soak the Balzac I had balancing on the corner. I would have to move, slowly, not make even a ripple, but for now I could not be bothered. In a few ...
Permanent Imprint
by Suzanne Dennison
PERMANENT IMPRINTAnticipation merely a dreamCaught in flowing tunes,Formal beauty swallowingAll other sounds.The love I felt for youAcknowledged in songCarries the energy of our unionTo the end of spacetime.Alive each moment listeningAs art expresses joy and pain
Europa
by Wayne Wolfson
(for Transhumans *) The night was too still to not expect something to suddenly burst forth. Appetite disguised as shadow, answering a call. She sat on the floor, her fingertips reading the dimples and stitching of my shoe. Europa, she was still wearing the night's party dress. Her sepia toned skin ...
Saxophone Love and My Piano Love
by Kimberly D. Robinson
Saxophone Love IFriday night was Jazz Night at the Blue Bongo Club down on 57th Street He started blowin' bout' three Fridays ago, and his presence alone would give one pause Me and the girls went eve'ry Friday ...
Happiness Lingers
by Suzanne Dennison
Happiness Lingers Hard to admit the futility When I dream of our time as one. A passion brief but dramatic Has been woven into every tune, Esp. the saxophone Stirring up memories of the glory When we merged as one. The committment caught in ...
Piroshky
by Wayne Wolfson
I did not turn the light on as to not wake her up. I go into the bathroom to wash up. A brace of shadows upon the wall, the towel rack's bare skeleton, an enforced stillness. There were tiny flecks of eggshell on the top of my shoes. Again, I had gone out crayfish ...
Trane's Blues @ Nagasaki
by Fred Joiner
in a world where calls to prayerare interrupted by the hot wail of breaking bones and the rhythmof blood spilling.i have learned to question.what is this way of seeing, viewing the world through a ring of brass?what is the sound that follows ...
