Soil for accent metaphor a walk human in the end with a mind for signs that bell no longer sun for work has rotted into ash we offer seed to…
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Artwork: Carter Vintage Guitars by Vermillion Murals / Photo: Nashville Public Art Blog Honeygo Blvd. to the Megabus stop in the vast unending lot beyond the mall, where Maryland displays a faded watercolor…
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image: “Congo Square” by Adéwálé Adénlé For Harold Battiste, Jr. In New Orleans, I saw a reflection of myself in a stranger’s marbled tombstone. I turned away, but in…
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V: Cadenza | Silver-Tipped Swallow: “One of You Leaves First” The story is the same always: one of you leaves first & you both know who it’s going to be.…
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1. Brahms’ Symphony No. 3 – Poco Allegretto Scene: 180 Sumac Dr., West Lafayette, Indiana I am 8, dusting the living room on a winter Saturday morning. Through the…
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We were looking for mushrooms we were harvesting rosebuds we were sleeping our twenties we had burs in our socks with tamarind eyes with copper top cheeks they picked a…
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New York duo LEYA were scheduled to start their set at noon at the Hotel Vegas Annex, some moody, experimental, and neoclassical sounds to begin my fifth day of music…
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Tony Marino explores tango’s rich history on the passionate “Tango Silhouette”. Over the course of the album Tony Marino opts for a wild, colorful approach to his sound. Every single…
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Every summer, our placid village by the Bay of Biscay was invaded by what dad called the Oxford tribe: dons donning white socks under sandals; fresh-faced dissertators in linen shirts;…
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Summer was nascent, and I longed for it nonetheless. I had vowed to myself — it was going to be the best season of my life. I was freshly seventeen…
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There’s something enticing about listening to a song that makes you feel like you’re in a dream. In my experience it’s a simple way to relax your body, meditate or…
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In this world of hummingbirds and butterflies hummingbird proletariat butterfly concerned cognitariat we learn to recite the sun without thinking of tombs or whales or glass we practice dancing houses…
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At an age so young I may not have known what “virgin” meant, I used to sing the “Virgin of the Sun God” right along with Yma Sumac. On my…
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Solange, When I Get Home Photography by Max Hirschberger No one knew what to expect other than greatness when it came to Solange’s follow up to A Seat at…
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