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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 ...
The Flow of Sounds
by Suzanne Dennison
THE FLOW OF SOUNDSThe love we shared so long agoStill flows thru mellow tunes;Passion in those sounds.Regret, and aorrow at the lossBut compensation as piano moansThe energy when we lay togetherStill active thru those songsAnd the essence of your existence
Samba Soliloquy
by Wayne Wolfson
Chartreuse-eyed tigers gazed down on me from the wall. She was in the kitchen mixing paint with some of my cigar ash. It was that which I had allowed her to capture. Her life was ship wrecked, upon the remains of her youth. The late night pick up and secrets told to a stranger. ...
Net of Safety
by Suzanne Dennison
IN HARMONIOUS FLOWThe time between us now so farIt's only traces found in songs,The beauty in the world of sound.Accurate description with saxophoneOf how emotions swing.Deep the feelings of long agoKept active in harmonious flow,A balance against bad feelings
Charlie Parker's telegrams to Chan Parker, on hearing of the death of their daughter
by Bill Siegel
Chan, please help me Dropping from the wires, a cry hangs in the air like a dustcloud about the shoulders of the man alone working its way into the wrinkles of his coat the cracks of his face filling his jowls, bending his neckChan, please help In ...
The Flutist
by Bill Siegel
for Elyse Wood she listens to the bass strings moan rolls her cold silver flute across one cheek while the bassist's fingers sweat tears on the polished wood as she plays the saxman's shadow crouches hunchbacked on the wall when she finishes she stands straight ...
so listen:
by Bill Siegel
so listen: i've counted the moose that might have crossed the fields we passed thought of the bear at the woodpile at night one summer wandering headcocked like a drunk looking for a friendly ear tell you his story for a drink tell you his story for a ...
This Years Kisses
by Wayne Wolfson
We shared a mic. I hung back a little, I did not want her to have to strain. If so, I would be blamed later, like in the old days. The peace of voice and horn broken hours later by backstage accusations as I try to swallow my drink. Let her concentrate on ...
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by Naomi Extra
Untitled Last night I dreamt that Hargrove died. A man I had never met, a voice I had barely listened to, had caused the moon to drop from the sky. The screams that were produced in me were an all encompassing wind. The sky ...
Edge of Blue
by Wayne Wolfson
Edge of Blue For Andrea Parkins A bored audience. I hate them, I need them. Not even pulling Holly on stage for an impromptu reunion stirs them from their indifference. Ah, I hate begging you, murder the night, please don't let me see it. Dispose of the ...
