Tag: am writing
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I wrote this at the jazz open mic last night.
I see, I hear, I learn, I bend myself in pretzel knots and unfold my mind longhand I traded the fire and brandy autumn leaves for you and instead we squeeze every dropof juice we can from this town with gusto and verve. I might die tomorrow as my hand cramps andmy heart races in…
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Here’s a poetry performance from the other day.
This is “bite”, performed at Linneman’s Riverwest Inn in Milwaukee. “bite” was originally published in our third collection of poetry, Singing Molten Gold to the Morning. -Allēna