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Jazz (A series of poems)

The wordless transmission between the artist and the audience. ~~~ Drifting aimlessly from the record player, the sounds of the improvising   musician. Scuffs, scratches and scrapes, where is he going with this?   In the inferno of disquiet faintly … Continue reading

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