by Dirk Johnson | Mar 6, 2022 | Narrative Sketch, Rhosonny
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...
by Dirk Johnson | Apr 4, 2019 | Narrative Sketch, Rhosonny
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...
by Dirk Johnson | Apr 4, 2019 | Narrative Sketch, Rhosonny
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...
