Tag Archives: jazz

Why He Wanted to Go

It was the only place around that played the music he loved The kind of music they loved The kind of music that they fell in love to The kind of music that described their love The kind of music … Continue reading

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Teaser #4

To get the drift of this segment, you’ll have to back up a post or two on this blog . . . If the Robin’s Egg would fail, Martin Fletcher could go on. His other resources were sufficient, if not … Continue reading

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naming the animals

the filly and the chestnut mare the stallion and the roan the eagle, ram and turtle dove the caribou alone he gave them names, each one of them the way that he’d been told and that is what they’ve been … Continue reading

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How to Write a Poem

Go all the way back To the very first perceptions When every pore was opened To the world as it was, is Every sight and sound and Emotion that hung in the air When all those adults were around Name … Continue reading

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afternoon post, may 2, 2016

The little houses nearby were very old and unkempt. None of them had been all than much to begin with. This, after all, was only a neck of the woods; only a little bunch of buildings along this frayed and … Continue reading

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Morning Popst, May 2, 2016

It was not that he had never given up. Not that he had kept the faith. No, indeed. He had given up, time and again. Sometimes daily, sometimes twice a day, he had given up. And then, finally, he gave … Continue reading

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mid-day post, april 28, 2016

When he found the money in the account his outlook brightened. It was not so much as would complicate things. You know, turn a man’s desires from thousands to millions. Would not spoil a man, but rather restore what once … Continue reading

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Morning poem #2, April 28, 2016

It was a place of another generation Having been imagined and built by men and women Who lived through WWII And whose parents had won The Great War. Thus, the sense of sacrifice and prices paid Could not be escaped … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, April 28, 2016

THE LAST DAY OF APRIL Did you see April go by? One morning early there was white snow powder On white apple blossoms And there were days when the country housewives Went into the meadows and forests And gathered new … Continue reading

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#5 4/26/ 2016

Eisenhower sat at his desk and looked at his card files and realized that not one of them meant anything now it was like the last day of school and it all could be thrown away and he could walk … Continue reading

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