by Dirk Johnson | Apr 4, 2019 | Narrative Sketch, Poem, Rhosonny
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 nothing...
by Dirk Johnson | Apr 4, 2019 | Narrative Sketch, Poem, Rhosonny
“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 ParkThe next now in the far...
