Phriday Photo — The earth is motionless / and poised in space…

 

Wednesday Witty-schism — good poems

(my mind's continuing verbal wars with itself)

I feel, it seems, that i am always on the cusp of writing a truly great poem



                                               but never do.

kit and kaboodle

it’s like that sometimes:

being depressed 
while being given an award.

feeling homicidal on your birthday.

hating the warmth of the sun.

laughing at funerals.

all this.

the highest highs
and the lowest lows
lost in each other,

inseperable,

the same and unassailable.

Monday’s Music Box: R. I. P., C. T.

My home town, Saint Louis, lost a Great Jazzman on Saturday,

Clark Terry, trumpeter, flugel horn player and teacher died on Saturday, February 21, 2015.

Here’s a great recording of Clark’s quartet with Thelonious Monk as sideman (!) on the Riverside label.

Rest in peace.

Phriday Photo — The light is a ghost of the future

 

Fragment of coffee

my coffee 
is a bitter wound 
in its cup