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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 ...
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 ...
How We Blended
by Suzanne Dennison
How We Blended In the hazy heat of smell and sound Dreams of our love-scenes profound Find expression as the music flows. The glory of our union posed In permanent form thru harmony --- The memories stay alive in me Listening to fingers hit ...
Silent Encores
by Wayne Wolfson
Her presence enforced a silence. It was Sunday night all over again, having to play Autumn Leaves for drunken tourists. Afterwards, having to sit around and wait until Eggs deemed fit to give us our pay. Those late hours, they trick you, never advancing at normal or expected speed. The established ...
A Permanent Imprint
by Suzanne Dennison
The opposite of August I'm buried in snow Your body so distant And sorrow flows Thru the beauty in music Makes our love ever glow. For each time listening I feel you in my bones A permanent imprint Woven thru ...


