“Ella Fitzgerald in Her Living Room,” a poem by Jillian Phillips
I find comfort in a downpour.
The sound of intermittent pings
is almost a sonata, lulling me.
If Beethoven played on tin,
it would sound like the rain on my roof
October 1st, 2013
I find comfort in a downpour.
The sound of intermittent pings
is almost a sonata, lulling me.
If Beethoven played on tin,
it would sound like the rain on my roof
October 1st, 2013
“The Köln Concert,” by Martin Agee
The Sunday Poem is published weekly, and strives to include the poet reading their work....
Martin Agee reads his poem at its conclusion
Click here to read previous editions of The Sunday Poem
Dear Readers:
Reader funding helps support the expense of publishing this website, and to keep it free of advertising – which is a rarity in the dot-com world. Many thanks to those who have recently contributed, and to those who have done so multiple times. Your support is very much appreciated.
If you are able, please consider making a contribution? Information regarding how to do so is found by clicking here.
For viewing my long range vision for Jerry Jazz Musician, please click here.
Thank you!
Joe Maita
Editor/Publisher
,