soft music
wafts into my room
in dreams
my son’s song
plays
on
Karen O'Leary
scraping to survive
a guitar man
with
a broken string
Karen O'Leary
soft music
wafts into my room
in dreams
my son’s song
plays
on
Karen O'Leary
scraping to survive
a guitar man
with
a broken string
Karen O'Leary
broken string
my guitar suddenly
sounds more like me
—Lucas Pesso Feniman
blades of grass
trim the edge
of our temper
—Lucas Pesso Feniman
a rough day
I sit down
with
yesterday
Sharon Ferrante
calm night
I rest on a string
from
his guitar
Sharon Ferrante
I watch you
cut through smoke
changing
a small room
with
a saxophone
Sharon Ferrante
strumming
her ex-lover's guitar
silent
rain
Alvin B. Cruz
one year sober
a dozen roses
in
a wine bottle
Alvin B. Cruz
claw machine
all the ways
of
letting go
Alvin B. Cruz
another year...
yesterday's rain
in
the wheelbarrow
Alvin B. Cruz
crimson leaves
losing myself in the swirl
of his guitar
Louise
Hopewell
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winter
sun
catching shadows
in her butterfly net
Louise Hopewell
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