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The Birth of Rhosonny

The Birth of Rhosonny

The Birth of Rhosonny Rivers of blood converged through millennia,each conversion an expansion and contractionuntil diverted into two forks, where the onethey had become split and shrankto a single sperm in a man’s testiclesand an egg in a woman’s ovary....
Qaal

Qaal

Qaal My first observations of Rhosonnyare indelible: shaved head,hyper, nervous energy,black cloth eyepatch, blackbandanna tied on his head,broken smile, an intenseawareness of every movement,combat boots, jeans, blue cottonshirt and an unlined denim jacket. It was...
Hear it in the Rain

Hear it in the Rain

Hear it in the Rain To hear it in the rain, lying in the back seatof a ’62 Valiant, parked on the new streetsfor housing not being built because of thedaily torrential downpour DAH da DAH dada Wind rocking the car, listening.Would it be possible? To hear it?To...
The Rhythm

The Rhythm

The Rhythm The beat of the pulse is the same as that of the heart;of course, it is variable in speed. ~Arnold Dolmetsch, The Interpretation of the Music of the 17th and 18th Centuries   Everywhere, always, there was rhythm. The world and its contents: rhythm and...
Rhosonny’s Last Piano

Rhosonny’s Last Piano

Rhosonny’s Last Piano “No tools? Can’t help you.” It looked hopeless.He was already in the 40’s. Pearl, Worth,Broadway, Franklin, Broome, Bleeker, Jane,Somewhere in the West 20s, then around the blockFrom the Empire State, then 39th off...