Moggs Creek, February 2021.

I don’t know when the wind changed,

I was still home reading Nina Simone.

I put Bruce on the turntable, trying to make sense of many lives

I don’t even have his new one,

I’m still living in 1975.

The surf’s too rough

But the pull is strong

To cool down from the heat

Without being knocked off your feet.

Guess I’ll just wade out enough to get splashed

Maybe I should have played Johnny Cash.


Stereo Story #584

Thirty more poems about music

Louise Maskell has been surrounded by other people's words for some 30 years. Occasionally she strings together a few of her own. Otherwise it's all about the music and tall skinny dogs. She misses The Continental.