On fire
Burning
Listening to the great bebop crowd
Chan's
Live
Saxophones
Dick Johnson
Bap! Bap!
Greg Abate
Bap!
Bap! Bap!
Todd Baker bass
Greg Wardson piano
Gary Johnson drums
Bap! Bap!
Bap!
Listening to the great bebop crowd
In the car
In the car
Yuh!
Sunday, November 30, 2014
behind the movie house marquee...
Behind the movie house marquee
Portraits
Garbo
I
Bacall
Bogie
Facades
Along the Street of Violins
In the movie
Portraits
Garbo
I
Bacall
Bogie
Facades
Along the Street of Violins
In the movie
i had forgotten...
I had forgotten the train whistle
That whistle
Clack and engine clack on the rail
The crossings
Emily
Paul Desmond makes a go at it at the Monterey Jazz Festival 1975
Clack
Clack
That whistle
Clack and engine clack on the rail
The crossings
Emily
Paul Desmond makes a go at it at the Monterey Jazz Festival 1975
Clack
Clack
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Friday, November 21, 2014
6 o' clock in the morning in jackson...
6 o' clock in the morning
A snow on the movie house marquee across the street
In the rosas in front of my door
A light
Snow morning in November
A snow sky all day?
6 o' clock in the morning in Jackson
A sparrow bumped my door
*written 11/20/14.
A snow on the movie house marquee across the street
In the rosas in front of my door
A light
Snow morning in November
A snow sky all day?
6 o' clock in the morning in Jackson
A sparrow bumped my door
*written 11/20/14.
in a piece of storied black marble...
In a piece of storied black marble
Quarried
In Maine near Paris
Black, veined with white intertwined
Pebbles traveled from lands and worlds
And the still red berries
Pavement
And stuff
The dawn clusters of trees and wreaths
Clouds and fishing people in that told story
In the marble
In Maine
;
Told by sirens and a muse afar
Quarried
In Maine near Paris
Black, veined with white intertwined
Pebbles traveled from lands and worlds
And the still red berries
Pavement
And stuff
The dawn clusters of trees and wreaths
Clouds and fishing people in that told story
In the marble
In Maine
;
Told by sirens and a muse afar
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
and the heart...
And the heart
In a snow in a sun
The rails
West
East
And the heart
Clack clack
Spoke
To a wind to a star
In a snow in a sun
The rails
West
East
And the heart
Clack clack
Spoke
To a wind to a star
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Thursday, November 13, 2014
and there are dishes to be done...
It is 5 o'clock in the morning
The moon a dot
Straight up above my head
In a cloud and a star
Another star and another star
Around Orion's belt
On the bay
Along the peak of the movie house roof
Quiet and restful out there
In here the furnace is on
And there are dishes to be done
On the FM station Sinatra sings
All The Way
It is 5 o'clock in the morning
Those stars all the way
Around Orion's belt
The moon a dot
Straight up above my head
In a cloud and a star
Another star and another star
Around Orion's belt
On the bay
Along the peak of the movie house roof
Quiet and restful out there
In here the furnace is on
And there are dishes to be done
On the FM station Sinatra sings
All The Way
It is 5 o'clock in the morning
Those stars all the way
Around Orion's belt
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
from Gardens of Stone by Nicholas C. Proffitt...
'Goody' Nelson: Well, here's to us and those like us.
Clell Hazard: Damn few left.
Clell Hazard: Damn few left.
yesterday morning...
It is six o' clock in the morning
Seven o'clock now
And there is a moonprint over Davis's Studio,
The bay,
The breakwater,
And the bakery
And the chocolatier's
A blue sky
In Maine
Yesterday morning
Seven o'clock now
And there is a moonprint over Davis's Studio,
The bay,
The breakwater,
And the bakery
And the chocolatier's
A blue sky
In Maine
Yesterday morning
Monday, November 10, 2014
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Saturday, November 8, 2014
splendid things...
The running crows across the marsh
Along,
Along
The sea the sounds of splendid things
Bird
Hawk
Sweets
Running bodies and souls under a tent
Lighted by paper party lamps
And rocking masts on the bay
Splendid things
In our past
*inspired by Kimberly's 'cherish' painting
Along,
Along
The sea the sounds of splendid things
Bird
Hawk
Sweets
Running bodies and souls under a tent
Lighted by paper party lamps
And rocking masts on the bay
Splendid things
In our past
*inspired by Kimberly's 'cherish' painting
Friday, November 7, 2014
the poetry of kimberly ashby, cherish your past...
Sunsets
Off
The
Bay
Lime
And
Argyle
Tones
And
Tunes
To
Dance
Her Raven
Shows
With
A
Ribbon
R
E
D
A Key
To
Unlock Her Dreams
Fly
Fly
My
Raven
Cherish Your Past
Always,
Off
The
Bay
Lime
And
Argyle
Tones
And
Tunes
To
Dance
Her Raven
Shows
With
A
Ribbon
R
E
D
A Key
To
Unlock Her Dreams
Fly
Fly
My
Raven
Cherish Your Past
Always,
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Monday, November 3, 2014
but gone...
Places
Were
Now
But Gone
In the percolating coffee before dawn
The
Picasso Tree
Blue
The song a silence and a church stare
Sanctuary and a gauzy window there
Felt
Were
Now
But Gone
In the percolating coffee before dawn
The
Picasso Tree
Blue
The song a silence and a church stare
Sanctuary and a gauzy window there
Felt
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Saturday, November 1, 2014
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