Ode To My Mews, Zephyr | Sonnet #3

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As I write, my fingers light on the keyboard, I draw a sudden blank
My muse arrives, four pawed, fur coat silky to the touch
Like Calliope she approaches staring with frankness at my scribbled crank
Regardless of her harshness I welcome her presence which can be, at times, a bit much

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Calliope, it’s been said of the muse, carried an assertive flair
Only the most worthy of artists could draw her favored hand
Such as it is with my black and white short-hair
Her business is her own, I gain favor only at her feline command

Who am I to have a muse such as her?
My feeble words cobbled in an unruly state
Structure aligns in the pattern of her fur
The author rises within me, articulate

A sonnet I have penned to my feline friend
Calliope transcends all realms of self – creativity has no end

MMN 2018

Manhattan Morning: A Sound Postcard from Home to Myself

My iPhone is filled with voice memos taken over the years. They are not what one could consider typical voice memos with shopping lists or meeting reminders, they are audio captures of moments in my day that I found, somehow, fascinating. I didn’t do anything with them just had them there; a time capsule about nothing for nobody. Life occurring.

Radio, always a love of mine and a passion I never pursued for reasons I have yet to understand, is on the rise in my life and today, on vacation, with the rain pouring down sending all of us inside I had the inspiration to download a trial version of Hindenburg and apply my hand at editing together a short audio piece.

So here it is, two-minutes about waking up at home on an early fall morning in 2015. It’s about cultivating an awareness of the space I am in. It’s a postcard from home to myself.

Music: Intome Gesamt by Peter Michael von der Nahmer

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