Monthly Archives: February 2012

Half a cello at the festival like the rudder of a Chinese junk channeling Japanese joy, always a warm stream of love even in the deepest noise, noise to make you feel good, and loved, knowing in your deepest heart, … Continue reading →

for cellist Audrey Chen Always a bitter pill python venom eels in green grass water blue sea blossoms spiraling squeezing out a serum from the heart attack of guns in a jungle high streamers in the sky bright blue balloons … Continue reading →

The way to love, the right way the pathway to right love to give the path its opportunity to sway and turn and counter, the path of choice, of giving choice to take… I love a woman simply, seeking her … Continue reading →

The funky films they wrote for who knows? Can with their crazy arsenal of instruments, all-day jams The beats go on to nowhere hanging like a ship on the edge of the earth on an old map Complexity is of … Continue reading →

I hear the sound of her smile making me wait for next note the note from my own mind held deeply in her heart

The flow hot as the glory of God in the land of Zeuhl, Kobaian dreamer setting down craft his pipe and pen and flute sucking in delicious air into and out of the funk Coltrane uncorks a magnum to fan … Continue reading →

The danger of the streets Newark at night, Whitney’s haunt and Redman’s. The bricks come tumbling down… It’s a hard time in Jersey: Sprinsteen’s white and out of sight time to think, read the red graffiti on the subways remember … Continue reading →

The prophet sings the killer queen’s song After a night at the opera, the rhapsody deep In his Bohemian blood. She’s a pretty thing, Responsible and wise beyond her years Still brimming with ideas. She’s a thicket Thick with rose … Continue reading →

for Andrea Pensado Sexual screeches belching forth Like lighting from a smokestack This is the blues, like you’ve never Known, the missing people, the dead, Dictators shooting children in the streets Blood soaked heart stitched up With metal wire, the … Continue reading →

She’s soft and free, feeling love and life Alive as the day she was born, Body soft and pulpy as a plum Forbidden fruit picked by curious minds Tasted like summer dawn