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Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, Wedding DJ Love

07.14.11 Posted in Contributor Series 9, today's words by

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears Wedding DJ Love By Grace Burns Song requests and a flirtation or two on the phone are all I need to start the seduction. I enter your head to capture your hidden desires and claim them as my own. I compose my playlist, my love poem for you.  […]


Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, The Scattered Notes of Midlife

07.14.11 Posted in Contributor Series 9, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears The Scattered Notes of MidlifeBy KJ Hannah Greenberg Scattered notes, all puffed up from virtuosity’s capacious contrails, Wiggle baroque concertos across the skyline of my years plus decades. Such cacophonous barques steer poorly toward horizon events, also misdirect memories, Cause all altimetries to remain confused by whispers of […]


Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, Through Me

07.13.11 Posted in Contributor Series 9, today's words by

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears Through Me By Maureen Donatelli They each moved through me as music moves through air, gathering inside themselves the blood of my body, the milky fluidity of my breath, the syncopations of my heart. I hear their small voices the rise and fall, rise and fall, their airy […]


Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, Mix Tape

07.12.11 Posted in Contributor Series 9, today's words by

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears Mix Tape By Andrea Lani Twenty-two songs–sixteen years asleep, lost on a Greyhound bus–wake something up in me, pulse through my earbuds from my work computer just as our bodies pulsed on the dance floor that night, that one night that inspired you to mix a tape to […]


Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, After Praise for the Leaving

07.11.11 Posted in Contributor Series 9, today's words by

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears After Praise for the Leaving* By Ellen Kline McLeod Notes have their place on a staff or resting, folded neatly on a bed side table telling reasons for leaving words of sad songs sung in the heart hurt and sorrow strummed across pulp fibers delicate pink paper in […]


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