Poetry Blogs (2019, vinyl)

I remember hearing my father's voice

      from beyond the grave.

      No dream—a single, scratchy vinyl

      had captured his characteristic

      lilting, homiletic style,

      that seemed,

       in and of itself,

       to be the message—

       no surprises there,

       nor flights,

       yet a resonance

       that touched

       and stays with me

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love the sound of crackle
I adore the sound of hiss
People thought it was a dying trend
But its a sound I'll never miss

The sound of a new vinyl
Is a sound I love to hear
So pull yourself up real close
And lend me your ear

Now some people like  jazz
And others like rock
But the only time I get sad
Is when my records are outta stock

So if you see me playing records
Don't look at ...

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