Poem
By Dan Beachy-Quick
I created more loss where I meant to make less.
Created more debt where I meant to make depth.
Created…
Created more debt where I meant to make depth.
Created…
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- AudioPoetry Off the ShelfCaleb Femi on parties, golden pavements, and the downside of self-awareness.
- ArticleBy Walker Mimms
The songwriter espoused a personal, hedonistic kind of spirituality.
- PoemBy Jayne CortezTell me about the good things
you clappin & laughin
Will you remember
or will you forget
Forget about… - PoemBy Jayne Cortezornette ornette
Go listen to Ornette
Rambling Blessings
with Cherry Higgins Haden
O. D. C. B. holding church… - ArticleBy Daisy Fried
August Kleinzahler on A History of Western Music.
- AudioPoetry Off the ShelfA.B. Spellman on Jim Crow, alligator suede shoes, and shaking up the art of the castle.
- PoemBy George KalamarasEven the earth dies sometimes
when it is most alive.
Walter Bishop Jr. slaying the keys,
Harold Vick… - Audio
"We wanted to be writers the way, a year or two later, everybody else wanted to be in a rock group."
Excerpted interview with Aram Saroyan by Tom Snarsky - PoemBy Cornelius EadySome folks will tell you the blues is a woman,
Some type of supernatural creature.
My mother would tell… - ArticleBy Adrian Matejka
Early in my poetry journey, I lived in Seattle and had a few writing rituals that made me feel like a Poet. One was visiting Jimi Hendrix’s grave.
- PoemBy Pat MoraBuenos dias and hasta lue$o in boardrooms and strategy sessions, Where are your grateful holiday smiles bilinguals? I've given you a voice, let you in
to hear old friends tell old jokes,
Stop flinching, Drink eggnog, Hum alon,
Not carols we hear
whimpering
children too... - PoemBy Bruce SniderShe lip-syncs “Hello God,” then “9 to 5.”
She struts. Or does she fly? Like the soul,
a rhinestone, she tells us, will never die.
She’s a blush-pink Bible. Patched together,
she’s a cosmic doll. Mirror of a mirror,
she winks, her face the only... - PoemBy Frank Marshall DavisWho named him Yard Bird?
He was a homing pigeon
With no home to fly to
Sky unlimited
Route uncharted
Eagle strong
He scorched his wings
Haunting the heavens
Buzzing the sun
As the feebler fowl
Looked up in awe
But played it safe
In the rambling sky
He lived!
Here he rendezvoused
With freedom
Flashing... - PoemBy Frank Marshall DavisHer rum-brown rope of a voice
Fastens flannel strands
Around soft sides of staid notes
Sitting properly
On their oh so proper scale
She pulls
And the notes fall
Into her molten mold
Of flaming sound - PoemBy Patti Smithnotebook
divine love is so.
invisible.
notebook
november 1. all souls day. rimbaud-o. go
to hell. picasso knows. how he really fucking
knew knows. where can he go now.
notebook
picasso hoax: don’t nobody tell when he dies.
continue let time continue and move like myth.
till suddenly somebody rings... - PoemBy Angela JacksonThe night ZZ Hill sang at the Club Tupelo
on the Westside of Chicago
he was built like a heavyweight boxer in a tailored suit
bathed in a soft blue
light like the only thing
to see in that darkened
space where bluespeople came
to turn... - PoemBy Juan Felipe Herrerain the darkness
in the exile—there is a sigh, a number 9
there is a son borne of the street song, the injured timpani red drum
there is a town, Jihlava, a make-shift theatre &
rough-cut street dancers, there is a sky that welcomes...