October 18th, 2007
On the worst of days I will find a moment and live there—in a precious place unto itself neither present nor past.
I had a moment today on the fourth beat of the 28th bar of Tito Puente’s’ Oye Como Va.
So far I’m going on many words to express the singular special-ness of this one beat.
It […]
October 17th, 2007
Tiny bitter pills
Another one to swallow
Another day gone
Mama didnt say
But there are bones in this fish
Chew it carefully
The air is foul here
Yet one must breath to survive
Plug your nose and laugh
Once my wine was pure
Now its filled with sediment
I filter the grit
No more golden haze
My light lacks natural color
Blue skies a memory
And so I move on
I filter, […]
