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Tag Archives: jazz
the jazz of my words
I want to roll with the jazz of my words popping lightly– finger snaps or high heels on concrete tapping a beat that makes me sway spoken music let strength and snap pour from my mouth in a cadence felt from the … Continue reading
white noise
jazz beats with razor edge icicle-tooth sound should not be white noise erasing cartoon & movie soundtracks played too loud in the background while I write because that jazz threads its way easy and teasing into my words & I … Continue reading
so you like jazz
not really much of an opening in a club where that’s all they play so what on the piano backed by bass is how I feel tonight and the answer is no I live it sometimes and sometimes its just … Continue reading
the brass
no aloneness today but for this interposed brass in these ears my wailing wall of jazz anesthesia I pilgrim to praying a be bop blown before I was born but still with that vinyl turned digital bounce and if my life had … Continue reading
the jazz of my words
I want to roll with this the jazz of my words popping lightly like finger snaps or high heels on concrete tapping that beat that makes me want to sway with spoken word let strength and snap pour from my mouth … Continue reading
the night we met (Jaman)
his hands hovered & covered 2 octaves each over that sweep of keys for those long fingers those flats and sharps rippled & tripled in ostinato block cord voicing striding & skipping spells on that baby grand hands making that instrument … Continue reading