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Hot Coals

Firespeak sing n swing. This is a mode, a chariot and vehicle of expression. Bardic in its yawping and hot rod in its bebop turbine. Whitman revved it. Coltrane. Kerouac. Ginserg. Bird. Riot, blues and jazz rolled into self-sung nuptials. … Continue reading →

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Kerouac

Kerouac whizzed and hummed. He lived with smoldering zest a crumbling highway within. He took to this unlighted highway, equal parts tour guide and lost little lamb, nuzzling a candle, believing that even the littlest light would make him brave, … Continue reading →

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