"She Moved Me," a song by Hal Rice Hal: vocals, guitars, bass Hugo: drums She Moved Me You choose me She tastes me like fall She chose me Selects me first overall I need me, my needs won’t sta...
"Strelitzia," a poem by Charles GhignaStrelitzia Like birds in paradise we flew orange and blue beneath the guillotine of night. from STONES: The Collected Short Poems of Charles Ghigna (Canopic ...
"The Hawk," a poem by Phil RiceThe Hawk A long red light with no traffic keeps the car idling and anxious. Across the highway, a cornfield shows the collapse of autumn; above, a hawk, wing...
"I Meant to Close the Window," a poem by Virginia Smith RiceI Meant to Close the Window Where are those terror ful nights we suffered as children? Look in boxes under the eaves, unless attics have also fallen away, li...
"The Old Dreamer," a poem by Gene KimmetIllustration by Sarah Hasty Williams The Old Dreamer No longer dreams of glass-winged dragonflies That hawked mosquitos from the summer stream When he was te...
"A Brooklyn Night in July," a poem by Charles GhignaA Brooklyn Night in July In the street below two gangs pierce soft places where flesh had been while here on the tar-papered tenement roof we give ourselves ...
"Appalachian Memories," a poem by Gene KimmetAppalachian Memories Hairpin turns in old cars With bad brakes, the reek Of whiskey. Tacky towns With tilted streets, young girls Giggling on corners, sullen...
"Sangoma," a poem by Rethabile MasiloSangoma The sky is heavy with rain. She touches heads of hundreds with her hand and walks among them, the bones in her sack in agreement with the clan; she t...
"Here's the Thing" by Ciretta Marion CarrollHere’s the Thing (For Janice and Phil) Slowly the news of your reality came to Most of us in this modern age on our screens – Distance made into almost none ...
Yang Wan-li: "Crossing Open-Anew Lake" A fisherman’s taking his boat deep across the lake. My old eyes trace his path all the way, his precise wavering, in and out of view. Then it gets strange: s...
Canopic Riffs: Rosko Gee on Chris WoodEditor's note: Rosko Gee entered my consciousness as the superb bass guitarist on Traffic's When the Eagle Flies LP (1974), which was followed closely by his...
Phil Rice: Words for Charles, My SonCharles Leslie died on Dec. 23, 1992, not quite five months past his birth. According to the paperwork, he died of SIDS, an acronym for “just died.” My physi...
Canopic Riffs: Hal on NRBQ“They played like a choir from heaven that just drank their first gaggle of cheap beer.” “NRBQ ... ” “Terry Adams wanted his band to have his sound; it was a...
"The boy who would die," a poem by Rethabile Masilo"The boy who would die," a poem written and read by Rethabile Masilo, is from the book Waslap (The Onslaught Press, 2015). This reading was streamed live for...
"After Lunch on Sundays," a poem by Rethabile Masilo"After Lunch on Sundays," a poem written and read by Rethabile Masilo, is from the book Waslap (The Onslaught Press, 2015). This reading was streamed live fo...
"The Horses," a reading by Rethabile Masilo"The Horses," a poem written and read by Rethabile Masilo, is from the book Waslap (The Onslaught Press, 2015). This reading was streamed live for Transatlan...
