Tag Archives: Boulevards

Friday Night (Poem)

Posted on June 1, 2011 by skyraftwanderer

Rags and feathers, African Mask, shuffling across the street, shambling through the crowds. Finding its spot, sitting cross-legged, pulling an instrument from a knapsack. Alto Saxophone. Rag encased hands run through tuning exercises. Squeaks and squawks rumble forth from the … Continue reading →

Posted in Poems | Tagged African Mask, Alley Ways, Alto, Alto Saxophone, Back Streets, Boulevards, City, Feathers, Mask, Music, Rags, Saxophone, Skeleton, Street, Thoroughfare | Leave a comment

Friday Night

Posted on May 11, 2011 by skyraftwanderer

It starts every friday night. It emerges from the dusty side streets, rising and fading, dancing between the waves of night tide particles, prefect music from a concealed faraway deep within the villages side streets and alley ways, basements and … Continue reading →

Posted in Fragments, Short Stories | Tagged Alleys, Alleyways, Basements, Bones, Boulevards, Candles, City, Class Rooms, Cobblestone, Faraway, Feathers, Fedora, Friday, Friday Night, Hotel Rooms, Houses, Instrument, Instruments, Knapsack, Laboratories, Lanterns, Lecture Halls, Light, Lights, Lost and Found, Main Streets, Mask, Music, Night, Pathways, Rags, Side Streets, Skeleton, Store Rooms, Streets, Thoroughfare, Tuning, Village | 3 Comments

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