the first book of jazz
written by langston hughes
illustrated by cliff roberts
music by david martin
published in 1954, it was the first children’s book to review american music.
Mahalo, Nate Mondschein. I’m just going to stop writing poetry now.
Listen to this. It’s important.
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Montana Sky (free write)
i met you once
made of torn blue denim and ash you were rocky mountain
at six years old i stood about as high as your boots
small enough to catch the one-two rhythm in your spurs
little ditties that rattled moonlit tales
keeping time with a bottle of malt
your skin was a tanned holster
the sun kissed it so hard it forgot to breathe
your hands were soil- the dew that broke the morning
your smile a rind- the trap that caught the doe
you named your shadow wanderlust
more myth than man i knew if i’d hug you
i’d pass through you like montana sky
from what I hear- you are good at passing through
i’ve never known what to call you
if i didn’t know that we shared a last name, i wouldn’t know any piece of your name at all
so I call you montana
wave you star-spangled over purple mountains
give you a state instead of a name
cause if you are the upper left-hand fixture of a country
you are relieved of being a fixture in my home
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Poem (untitled)
Dear Lord,
A coroner’s report found that Mr. Drybrough, who was suffering from a psychiatric illness, hanged himself from a ladder in his home on July, 16th 2005.
I touched Drybrough’s illness between his spirit.
I fucked him in the pew I confirmed him in and washed him in his own baptismal fountain.
I Might be Sorry,
Pastor Johnson
St. John’s Parish
Worcester, MA
01616
Here Is New York
“On any person who desires such queer prizes, New York will bestow the gift of loneliness and the gift of privacy.” ~ E.B. White
