By Cornelius Eady
Some folks will tell you the blues is a woman,Some type of supernatural creature.My mother would tell...
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- By Bruce SniderShe lip-syncs “Hello God,” then “9 to 5.” She struts. Or does she fly? Like the soul, a rhinestone, ...
- By Frank Marshall DavisWho named him Yard Bird? He was a homing pigeon With no home to fly to Sky unlimited Route uncharted...
- By Frank Marshall DavisHer rum-brown rope of a voice Fastens flannel strands Around soft sides of staid notes Sitting properly...
- By Bruce BondI played a folk song once so long into the night it came apart. I was a child. Clouds passed. Their ...
- By Angela JacksonThe night ZZ Hill sang at the Club Tupelo on the Westside of Chicago he was built like a heavyweight...
- By Juan Felipe Herrerain the darkness in the exile—there is a sigh, a number 9 there is a son borne of the street song, the...
- By Nikki GiovanniMommy always wanted To be famous She would have us (my sister and me) Sing In all the talent shows But...
- By Sean MahoneyI may take offense, may still your tongue And your fickle ax willowing spastically During unpredictable...
- By Noa Micaela FieldsIn other sounds E wants a mother [unclear] I hear bad. Trachea, trace—translate [hiss] chase meaning...
- By Robin BeckerThink of the fox skins belted to the backs of the dancers at Santo Domingo Pueblo, a thousand fox skins...
- By Chera HammonsApart, we are two quiet things: a person and an instrument. I in my body, the clarinet in its case. ...
- By Quincy Troupeyou begin with a sound wrapped around a syllable, or syllables, a word (or words) like razzmatazz, or...
- By Quincy Troupe1. a carrier of incandescent dreams this blade-thin shadowman stabbed by lightning crystal silhouette...
- By Rodney Terich LeonardFacing the blackboard, the teacher whistles a melody of marbled tenderness. Entanglement, intrigue or...
- By Sterling A. BrownI When Ma Rainey Comes to town, Folks from anyplace Miles aroun’, From Cape Girardeau, Poplar Bluff,...
- By Kevin YoungThe day folds up like money if you’re lucky. Mostly sun a cold coin drumming into the blue of a guitar...
- By Ed RobersonI hear it but what is the instrument that voices the flashing red light strain which no wrung gauge ...
- By Jennifer JeanMy father leapt on stage at the Hollywood Bowl to grab drum and cymbal sticks from a star—he wanted ...
- By Marilyn NelsonMusical instruments sleep in the dark for several hours a day: the folks we belong to aren't always ...