"be in love with your life. every minute of it." -jack kerouac...

vincent...

Van Goghs in the moments
Table, boiling tea breads and jams
Blue swirls curls and wisps and flowers
Heavy
Thick with Gauguins and Theos
Stars and
Starry swirls curls and wisps and flowers
And the postman on that wall
Vincent
Bread and cheese blue cheese and tea and jam
In his room
Up the hill to Arles
Bricks and boards groves and crows
Wheat, wheat
And
The postman and Vincent in the moments

emilio...

sea...

Matisse cut outs Miles kind of blue
Sea
Don Quixote and Madame Butterfly
Warhol and Basquiat
Sea

trains...

The music
Trains
Brushes on drums
Night
Trains
Clacking
A big hat pout and breath and feather and
Chocolate pie
The Six Ten out of Union Station
Grand Central Station
South Station
The music
Trains
The sound of a click
A
Clack

lennie's...

Lennie's
Lennie's on the Turnpike
!
Woo woo
Eee ah ah

Jack, Lockjaw here stuck in New York can you
Cover for me tonight at eee ah ah Lennie's
?
Yaaahhh, man, arrrgh what about Count
?
Just read the music don't worry about Count

Yusef Yusef
!!
Lateef

And Roland Kirk

dave in rimouski...

checkerboards...

Checkerboards on the sea and ground
On the sand
And
Palms
Warm again!
And the coffeepot is hot
And the marmalade cool

And the art
Portraits and soul

reprise lantern...

in front of orange and lime...

In front of orange and lime
Swirl
Perfect blue perfect flight
Climb
Rouge a wisp
Twist
A sublime
Time

There

and the guy on tv cleared his throat...

In the talks
Oceans and chairs doorways and trees
Walks
Playing jazz on paper
In paint
In all twelve keys

Cherokees

And the guy on TV cleared his throat

'take care of your memories. for you cannot relive them.' -bob dylan...

from kimberly 'I love you Amy' -XoK...

amy blue...

on the climb on the sunset stairs...

Time is just the tides
And want of
Memory in whispers and breath
Wisps and song
The mind full clouds
Cold and sugar and staid
On the north road
That day! That day!
In the world of improv piano
On the climb on the sunset stairs

jack johnson the first african american world heavyweight boxing champion...

birds in the backyard singing...

I was just out - cool - birds in the backyard singing
The snow is mostly gone.

arnie krakowsky tenor saxophone...

and in the blue seas...

Sun drops
Like beaded strings
On the hallway crystal

And
Periwinkle
In the green trees
And in the blue seas

jack johnson the 'galveston giant' (1878-1946)...

afar...

Coffee
A far ocean
A far breath
A far morning

Afar

'time you enjoyed wasting, was not wasted.' -john lennon

kimberly sketching - the artful mind...

april...

Bare branches
Quiet cars and snow melting
I see birds they sing
Morning
And you are right
I do know my song

It
Is
April

the words...

The words on the yellow lined paper
Hear the train whistle
See the tracks
Feel the breeze
Flags and ribbons sails filled

Tossed
The picture on the yellow lined paper

'be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.' -plato

'time is just memory / mixed in with desire.' -tom waits

the pines and spruces bow in snow...

The pines and spruces bow in snow
Packed
Maples too
The sun and the weekend train schedule
Whistle
Tracks
Thanks Chicago
Mr. Kelly's and Anita O'Day
Beat
The
Beat
Just one of those things

one page written ca. early 1980s...

Stella (by Starlight) poured from the horn out onto the room.  A few people heard the melody, a dripping tune, damp, then soaking wet.  If you loved Stella, you stopped.  But most went about talking and drinking and overall carrying on.  Oh yes, Jack the Tenor Saxophone Man!  He remembered the very cool rendition, and the air leaving her body on that bluest of nights when Milo died.  Jack could have been the best player in the world.  But he never was.  It's likely, and  it's no secret, because he drank for the toothache.  Stone heard the music, rolling from dream to Nick's here on Commercial Street.  The house is alive in the dark where the store fronts sleep in a row like headstones resting for battle.  Nick's in Big Town is the place to hear jazz.  Milo made a home here in the late forties early fifties.  Jack eyed the water glass filled with straight Kentucky bourbon.  The pure cure for the toothache.  He gulped it and flapped his pudgy hand at the waitress.  More!  Stone blinked, this guy is beautiful!  Milo died on stage at Newport.  Other than Jack, Stella, Stone, and Milo himself, not many are known to recall the event.  It was lost as a milestone on the swinging Duke Ellington orchestra and dancing in the park.  Happily, though, for Milo, the Big Town All-Stars appeared three hours earlier.  So, when the first waves of Take The A Train smashed on the trees, the Silky Trumpet from the North was already a muted soul.  Jack embraced the loss.  He had stood beside Milo and was the only person to tell him goodnight.

saxophone shadows hommage to judith potter photography...

a cloud shining on the sill...

A cloud shining on the sill
A breeze singing
Oceans
And
Violins
And Charlie Parker's alto
Larks and mountaintops moonlit rivers
Ribbons and sails in the stars

runners...

argo another look...

in a far field...

In a far field
There a bird a flower
April is not far
Nor June nor July
Nor February again
;
A goose flew by
The lone sound this morning

hathor...

Sails in the breeze
Leaving a harbor
Where you paint
Hathor
Flowers dance
And the clouds have wings
Flying
In your dream
Fast
And strong

this coral place...

This coral place
Raindrop
Circles
And
Table
Up with the breeze walking in the pines
This
Tree
This morning
In Scotland

i hear the coffee...

I hear the coffee
But not the tea
Peach
Or
Jam
Or even vanilla
I see the coffee
But not the other things
Except
A rose