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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 meDropping from the wires,a cry hangs in the air like a dustcloudabout the shoulders of the man aloneworking its way into the wrinkles of his coatthe cracks of his facefilling his jowls, bending his neck Chan, please help
The Flutist
by Bill Siegel
for Elyse Wood she listens to the bass strings moanrolls her cold silver fluteacross one cheekwhile the bassist's fingers sweat tearson the polished woodas she playsthe saxman's shadow croucheshunchbacked on the wallwhen she finishesshe stands straight as the ...
so listen:
by Bill Siegel
so listen: i've counted the moose that might have crossedthe fields we passedthought of the bear at the woodpileat night one summer wandering headcockedlike a drunk looking for a friendly eartell you his story for a drinktell you his story for a drink
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 ...
Nahtalia's Perfect Blues
by Wayne Wolfson
The place was empty, even of the tourists who don't matter. I won't be paid to play, this too does not matter. The piano squints, letting a few notes slip out, before I am told to leave it alone for fear of having to stand me a round. No money and not even the ...
