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Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, The Waiting Songs

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

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears The Waiting Songs By Rae Spencer When my music, at last, is right The page will burst into flame And flicking tongues of fire Will sing along the ink In extinct languages Meaningless phrases Clamor in the pulp Until kindled in this fire Consumed into the demon chords […]


Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, Sleep

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

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears Sleep By Nate Spears Music to my ears; the sound of sleep I’m so, so tired, Fired by rest, employed by tired Boom, boom, my heart beats; the noise it makes, It’s keeping me up, silence; I can’t sleep, shut up! A million thoughts a minute, keeping me […]


Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, Original Composition

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

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears Original CompositionBy Julie Ellinger Hunt Waxed floor boards vibrate beneath a subwoofer. The loft apartment you left two days ago, still here, still making dance beats to an anthem you chose before you packed up boxes. Ages ago, I followed you here in the dark–just a neon sign […]


Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, lady sings the blues

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

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears lady sings the blues By Mark William Jackson always the same song, one for the lonely the cold change forced into the slot pulling the record from its sleep the needle jabs at the delicate vinyl trying to find a vein, wounds howl through the crackling speakers. the […]


Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, Play Me a Sad Song

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

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears Play Me a Sad Song By Pasquale Varallo Mister Band Leader, play me a sad song, make it an eye bleeder. You can’t save my soul; make it a blues song please, no rock and roll. Hold the silver moon, omit all the mush, ditto June and spoon. […]


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