By Jim Speese Songs were in his head. Constantly. It was a problem and he supposed it wasn’t unique. Given the hegemonic presence of advertising jingles and TV show themes and music pumped into grocery stores and pharmacies and hospitals, it seemed quite likely that the fact that songs constantly…
by Margarita Acevedo In the dark night glinting chimes dance With the singing wind, bathed in eerie moonlight The gentle whispers of the dry branches murmur their delight, Swaying to the lyrical song. The quiet house sighs in awe of the strange Hypnotic dance. The…
