Photo by Kyle Thompson Maybe it’s being locked in the closet. Maybe it’s the surprise knuckles to the middle of my back. Maybe it’s seeing my breath on the air as I curl under the thin blanket. Maybe it’s his forcing himself into me. The day of my liberation it is mid-January. Daddy is drunk,…
Category: music
Music that Strikes a Chord — Beethoven’s Symphony No. 7 in A, Op. 92: II. Allegretto
Ludwig van Beethoven, etching print by Blasius Hofel It’s one of my best works.Beethoven, at its premiere at the University in Vienna on December 8, 1813 Last year I watched the HBO series, “Watchmen,” which is based on the graphic novel of the same name. I loved it so much that I bought the Blu…
Music Review — Songs from the Wood (1977) by Jethro Tull
images come from here You know how you reach for certain albums to listen to for certain moods or seasons of the year? I’ve concluded that Songs of the Wood will be an album I reach for to listen to during the holiday season. Enough of the songs have a wintry feel to them. There…
Turntable Talk Round 10 — Poetry in Lyrics – Achtung Baby (album) by U2
image link This is another one of those daunting prompts from Dave, like the one asking us to choose a favorite year in music. Lyrics are probably what leaves the lasting impression in music for me, with many exceptions. Also like other prompts Dave has given us, the song I wanted to use came to…
dVerse Haibun Monday on January 2023
Over the Christmas weekend we had our first big blizzard and I was snowed in until the day after. We gathered on the twenty-seventh. The grandbaby passed out gifts and watched as each was opened. At one point, she crawled into my lap and put her head on my shoulder, a first. New Year’s Eve…
Albums (CDs) for Christmas
I know I can’t be the only one who buys themselves Christmas presents. Since I featured a few Jethro Tull tunes this holiday season, it refreshed my want to own “Songs from the Wood,” one of the few albums of theirs I don’t have. I went to discogs to find a used CD and easily…
#FF — Street Life
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields As seeds we’re imprisoned from the moment we’re released from our mothers’ branches. Pressed by rough fingers into prepared medium in small plastic squares, our sprouted roots escape through drainage holes to touch our kins’. As seedlings we are shifted to larger squares until mature enough to be burlap-sacked. For…
