Poems poetically pole the Poet into a balancing axis for endlessly revolving surfaces, tender leaves are forest gifts to represent the earth growing out of decay, the minds’ youngest buds […]
Jazz
Miles Davis mind candy
I do like Miles Davis and have seen him in concert. I am not a Jazz person. I know nothing and rarely listen. This is satisfying mind candy. An animation […]
We Real Cool
We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon. ~ Gwendolyn Brooks,1959 Gwendolyn Brooks (1917-2000) […]