Craig Kirchner takes us to the drug store corner of his teenage years in Baltimore.
D.R James riffs on jazz, bass solos, and too much audience chit-chat.
Billy McC. ate glass,/rolled out of moving cars and short trees,/wanted to be a stuntman,/had a plate in his head.
I’m reading about an outbreak of laughter, /that broke out at a girl’s school, /ended up involving the whole town,
Divorceville, Michigan, December 1999. Mind/ful/l of Miles What’s new? I too am kind of blue, ear buds soothing “So What,” Chambers and then Evans noodling Gil E.’s intro. Sooo what? Upright walks in the tune, conjures modal three-part sooo what’s. No mute for Miles, just cool, [...]
A 'heart of yarn' inspires a Valentine's Day love poem
The lilac beaches, the rough promenade,/have frozen over in the night.
I’ll blame the sweet caress of the violins.
...we laugh in fear’s face and sing words first sung by TLC...
Until/somebody’s wedding, I only saw Mom/dance big-band behind an ironing board...