when i woke, i went straight to
music and what i heard
set a scene one might picture
if awaiting the rise of a curtain
on some expected play
between actors we know
and whose work we have
a certain anticipation toward
or maybe that was the mood
i was in already when i awoke
and the music was a mere
conspirator? either way
the music felt like a prelude:
a softly moving bass, the strum
of a guitar, the slide of the jazz rake
across the face of the...
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Sunday, November 20, 2016
play
someone
asked me once:
why do you play like
this, why
did you not leave it to
children
and remember that you
have a
certain elevated place
now and must
put away the things of
your youth?
and i
could not answer him with
any
honesty except with a shrug
and a
blush of shame and i'm sure
my
silence was the answer he wanted
or
expected
the way
some teachers,...
Friday, November 18, 2016
coins in a Ball jar
coins touched by the hands
of a
thousand now come to rest
in a Ball
jar that sits on the edge of
our kitchen
counter
it was the precarious
position
i found it in – on the
ledge like that -
that got me thinking of the
man whose
face was the first i saw in
this world
something of glass so close
to falling,
so close to tumbling that i
could feel
the descent...
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
let's be friends of a thing in its spirit
let's be friends of a thing in its spirit
in the same way we view a stone
or a single blade of grass
or the sound of wind
how they in themselves
alone and free can be
considered as they are
and are not without injury
to separate them out for a time
in order that we might
enjoy within them a view
of pure simplicity
indeed they are part of something
outside themselves and into
which they belong
to be sure, of course
but have a beauty alone too
that...
