“He Sings” — a poem by Sabrina Cold Mountain His voice, cucumber-crisp, coaxes silence to step aside Sates the air with tender words suspended in song’s sweet ... Read more November 4th, 2017
“The Jazz DJ (remixed)” — a poem by Sabrina Cold Mountain In the hazy glow of streetlights through the window the jazz man sits drinking in the music sipping slowly with his mind He thinks of all the past loves the broken promises the unpaid ... Read more August 24th, 2017