You came so far & you still made it here, she says, & I am thinking of a migration of birds exhaling into feathers.
Read MoreIf someone asks me to imagine the word forget, I think of walking to the outer dorms on a rainy day.
Read MoreIt has always been a tenuous thing, your ability to tolerate your surroundings.
Read MoreI can't explain why but I do feel like I was born close to some kind of portal to elsewhere, to other memories and places.
Read MoreEvery street in Paris is layered in songs. Every street in Paris is layered in ghosts.
Read MoreInterlude: the keystrokes of transitory—the movement in the rest—the inhale before the storm.
Read MoreJazz in blue & grey, in light & cloud. Jazz like circadian rhythm, like cityscape dreaming, like still before the train comes.
Read MoreI love jazz the way I love empty riverbeds and I love my girl's morning breath and I love the street after it's just rained.
Read MoreWait. Miles Davis is on. That’s half the picture right there. His muted trumpet braids silver around my veins.
Read MoreI think the meaning of this piece and all of our music depends when and where and by whom it is being listened.
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