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The Mockingbird
I have heard the mockingbird’s own personal song: late at night when other fowl have found their nests, the tune comes sweet and low, passed like a hot plate between two diners at an all-night chop house, whose whispers barely … Continue reading
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Tagged birds, daily poems, Dizzy Gillespie, mimicry, music, Paganini, singing, Thelonius Monk
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My once sweet voice
My once sweet voice, so innocent and full of strength and power is now reduced to rasp and hum, its range half what it was. It rumbles, where it once so glibly glissed; the pure head tone has sunk into … Continue reading
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Tagged aging, maturity, performance, regret, sickness, singing, time
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After a Line in Rumi
Between the acts on the great stage the green room swells with life; like ocean waves the movement never stops. Each spent performer, bathed in sweat, absorbed into their entourage, glows with the energy of the crowd. Around the curtain’s … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, belonging, Bhagavan Das, intoxication, performance, Rumi, safety, singing
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At Dawn When I Awoke
At dawn, when I awoke, the rain was but a mist that damped the lawn; and then its whitewash strength increased to rinse the night, ’til it was gone. Its purpose served, it too then waned, as greys began to … Continue reading
Singing Lessons
If you want to learn to sing, learn to breathe below the neck; let the air fill your belly, do not tense the throat and chest. When you let loose the sound, if it buzzes only in your head it … Continue reading