im on the ledge of a grey pond

feet dipping in its depthless mist

no sky nor earth, but a pocket

in a corner of my brain

a diffuse light enfolded

within a quiet fog

light recedes back into the atom

dust dissolves and my mind

is the universe, grey and small.

Live

One must needs find a way

Step

One foot at a time

Into what?

Terror and black

Blanket Hope

Cloak my shoulders -

Cocoon us in the present

Help me unfurl.

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Sun-shimmer and flowing gauze

Afternoon beats on the breeze

Inside our little treehouse, I bask

in guanyin's quiet mahogany gaze,

a book on my lap, waiting

for you to come home.

Outside, the big tree in the yard with its

million green leaves

Sways with gentle dance, caressing

the window glass, beckoning the arrival

of a new summer

babies fingers

clenched

around a jar

sweet treats and literary dreams

never let me go

never let you go.

eat my heart out until

it stops beating. 

A pacific drive, sun to the west

Pink roses on the wall

A window dressed by fir and sky,

And a boy on the couch,

at rest.

Weight to the earth yet belly un-light

Angel's unreadable scrawl

His dreams shift and rearrange

limbs stir and the sands, flowing,

part.

This, then

is where we are

Together, apart, breath in, breath out

We hark at the drums ( Read more... )

Resources:

Blues

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3VWUFpLKOFE

Walking bass lines

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ey-YWlT1Gc8

Reading lead sheets

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So. I'm learning jazz piano now. More specifically, I wanna learn how to improvise well. In this space, I will lay down some of my reflections, lessons and learning goals along this journey.

One thing I've had trouble with is keeping an improvisation going. It's weird because when I stand away from the piano, I can hear a melody clearly in my head ( Read more... )

Dear A,

I'm not sure why I felt like writing about this to you, but somehow I did. Maybe I thought it might be vindicating to you, or maybe I just needed to express this to someone.
I had a really surreal weekend after unthinkingly eating a piece of pot brownie at a party in SF that I'd gone to with S on Sunday. I washed it down with some beer. Soon ( Read more... )

the industrial pond has frozen over

geese rise on morning's breath

v for victory, flapping

wings glinting

windows and filigree branches

brushing winter's creaseless cheek.

pale and light suffused is its blush of blue

boldly bestowed on running road and rolling country

where the sky's brisk kiss is gently returned.

goodbye dear heart, my ( Read more... )

what is left when the tears have dried?

a dusty bed, river-carved

from fights and tears and lovemaking

your face once shining in ripple reflection

now the merest circle in the sand.

the waters have flowed past

and don't know how to turn back.