Tag: Music

Her Voice

She had her voice and it was buried deep inside in a place so sacred, so lonely. Only occasional tears that sprung up within the course of a life could witness it in raw form. When she sang, she camouflaged it with a myriad…

Free Jazz

There are shapes to melodies Found in sequences In our hands and voices. We move them First as children, Awkward Matured into organic Adulthood To stretch harmony Into a testimonial Of the connective And the disconnect We kiss To alleviate   Our songs…… Last…

Motion Detector

We come with a penumbra A lighter ring around the internal Within the greater external An outer fuzziness of contact That communicates an abstract Unstable in its assumptions Rewarded for its divinations It detects movement, motion Perceives, discerns, distinguishes Identifies, classifies, establishes Bound with…

Decomposed

You’re a traveler for the sound of wings. Its organic, magnetic, comforting flutter Eases you, resolves you, melts you into consonance Whose song sings the thing, that lies…. within The rhetoric of freeways, That stripe of sound Dividing you into directions all around  …

The Day The Music Died And They Were Singing

This town’s Elvis cannot strum a note Even while the doughnut king Leaves him plenty of strokes Many go looking for the him During the nighttime shanghai But these ghost-like hijacks Excite only hipsters and bruisers—and Cute, off-hour baristas Wearing their best lattes To…

The Grand Piano

These notes are chromatic Tumbling up and down Mere half-steps Semitones are impossible My fingers cannot Slip between keys Into a dampening effect Of felt touching felt My foot twitches Upon metal pedals To sustain, to soften   This melody I’ve chosen Is a…

A Score To Settle

We share the intros Melodies, harmony and noise Along the loud life…enough To vibrate the moon Shake a star loose While all our faults And splits of passion Deepen beneath our feet Buzzing between brackets Of time signatures, rattling keys Propping up our city…

Read It Silently

Read It Silently has been published.  

Street Fair

1. 1. Repeat offender vendors Who set up to break down   2. The song remains the same Only the avenue changes.   3. Livingroom rehearsed musicians Exposing themselves to the elements Of being ignored   4. Shaky Kombucha addicts Wait in line for…

The Last True Enchanter

On nights like these, I’m a-sounding like the sublime Notes that fly. The inner voices to the outer ear One with all energies around me Including the audience’s reaction To my flight, we are together Inside our own jet stream Then, silence. The smell…

Primary Voice

Inside the blue melody, exists The longing that exudes from us. Proves, we are all dynamics Ingrained in buzzed-out bodies. With arms flying alive Reaching for sound Feet uncontrollable, legs alien Outside ourselves, always, as we Feel the shake, when We cry—with the dance…

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