Even Miles was giggling in the darkness. / It’s always a bitch to be out / front. He summons the bassline / of his thoughts in the shadows, tracing a new theory / of silence. Don’t worry about the next gig. / Their ears are still learning. (Rolf Kühn Unit, poem by John Keene) for […]

Now it’s dark, you have my heart frozen on your empty face / Maybe soon my luck will change and love will find a resting place / I water flowers in the rain, I dance beneath your silver flames / I’m crippled by the sound of love beating in my lonely frame / This lonely […]

— · — — · — — · — Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! (Pleines & Liebold, poem by Edgar Allan Poe)