Tagged: music

stacking cucumbers

this morning, i un-

this morning, i un-
plugged the instant pot before
twisting off its top.

you scold me for being careless –
you are stifling its song
.
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even in the key

there’s something soothing

there’s something soothing
playing over the airwaves
as democracy

struggles to survive – both sides
of one coin feeling justified
.
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we’ve been here before –

we’ve been here before –
six days before christmas and
not yet home – somehow,

it feels different, homeward bound
plays in the distance, with teeth
.
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nothing moves you like

nothing moves you like
an old song – when dolly plucks
a posy from her

own mama’s collection, we
collide with an entire history
.
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the end of

the end of
september pretends
to know
something about
loss, sits down
at the piano
and struggles
with the blues
.
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your version of the

your version of the
blues
may look and taste different
from my version – just

in the instrumentation
we choose, the sound will be off
.
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sunday breaks into

sunday breaks into
song, you know the one – it’s the
track that starts off so

quietly that you have to turn
up the volume for twelve beats
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: volume

losing an hour in

losing an hour in
the middle of the night is
unlike losing an

hour in the middle of laughing,
of making music, of waking
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: waking