Everything (and everyone) sings and feels echoes of the music our tongues and hearts bleed into the world. I sing songs of pain and pleasure, tunes that crack bone, melodies that stitch ripped flesh and make a soul twist and dance and want…
to live.My ink chants groovy jazz and wretched lullabies for me (and for anyone) who cares…to listen.Everything (and everyone) sings… Listen and feel.“Time to Fly”, by Magic Love Crow(because the moon is full, and there is no better timeto unleash our song into the world)
for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Just One Word: Groovy) and for Wild Friday at Poets United (where Sanaa invites us to find an incomplete poem and write a response that works like an ending for our choice: I chose “Everything Sings”, by Bill Cattey, a piece he started and the 1970s but didn’t go beyond the title)
