“Riffs” — a poem by Mike Spikes
naked
her scar
Miles’ howling horn
spring morning sparrow
tripping across my sun-splashed lawn
Thelonious kisses the keys
February 16th, 2016
naked
her scar
Miles’ howling horn
spring morning sparrow
tripping across my sun-splashed lawn
Thelonious kisses the keys
February 16th, 2016
“When the Dance Began” by dan smith
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dan smith reads his poem at its conclusion
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