By William Reeves It was always about the eighty-eight black and white keys, the foot pedals, the rhythm, the synchronicity between the left hand bass clef and the right hand treble clef notes. It was about the chords, the sharps, flats, naturals and the time signatures. It was never about…
by Liane St. Laurent and so the days become less golden. yielding to the weightof their august fruit, blackberry canes lean acutely angled. theyellow cat’s thirsty bones cry from under the forsythia and thewaning moon nods in agreement: soon. but right now there areno vacancies in this carnival of symmetries…