“THE OTHER SELF” by Strider Marcus Jones
the other selfabstracted in the pressof turned down pages,gets mucked up in the messand shows how unlaminated age is.if nothing else-these nude notesbeing played behind the curtainwhere the stage is,by soloist stringsand hermit woodwinds-are far hopesof uncertainopening chordscalling outto the dueti haven’t come to yet.and afterwards,if all those afterwardscould talk and kiss and spout,there would … Continue reading “THE OTHER SELF” by Strider Marcus Jones
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