If the eyes are windows to the souland all I see is rain,then every thought becomesa puddle shallow in depthand deep in malaise.Soaked in solitude,not even the birdsoffer their melody, drownedby the rhythm of the gray.Yet in spite of the turbid sky,we hope —knowing spring is here andflowers are near andthe tilt of the earth … Continue reading windows
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Beverly
“Can you play some Jamaican music?”she asks — the sax mancatches her question.“Are they from America ora different island?”she asks — me.She hails from Jamaicaon the wings of our lord.55 this years this July.Memory like a trap.Moves like the breezeas the jazz mobStirs It Up.Her grandmother a princess,her father a diplomat,her love for them overflows … Continue reading Beverly
New York he loves you, and he’s bringing us here
A soundsystem for an immune system — dance ourselves clean likeminded children descend let’s connect dancing my hands on your shoulders ~ we disco into the divine.
Salty?
Swap sweat with someone. You might feel better.
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