Coltrane blow your horn
from scratchy subterranean vinyl
or high digital heaven
like an angel in the cloud
hear my prayer and download
like raindrops on roses
that supreme love
savior of my blue soul
Scattershot poetry, prose, art, and assorted creative ammunition. A celebration of desire, language, and the revel of life through craft and frequent writing practice.
I checked my blog's numbers after my last post. My readership seemed to be exploding, but considering the volume was all from Singapore,...
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