By Ian Copestick Usually jazz isn't really my cup of tea But tonight as I sit here alone, headphones on Smoking cigarette after cigarette It perfectly sums up just how I'm feeling The lonesome horn, improvising Improving. Making new melodies Out of old. As the bass strings hum And thrum, the brushes lightly hitting … Continue reading “Midnight Jazz”
Various Poems
By Marc Carver I walked down Congress I wrote a poem at every bench I came to and left it there. Must have been ten or so I even left one in a bush I can't remember all the words but I can remember the soul of them LOST As I … Continue reading Various Poems
