Siloh Springs. The crest, landing in a seat at a kitchen table. Autumn sauce. Delicate white beans, peppers olive oil, sage…hers and mine. The garden falls down into the season, onto the headstones of graves marking the pathways. Running water sou…

Bobby or Robert soaring into a specific freedom, not of blood, but spirit moving; sex, whiskey, and a long-after decline. One minute is all it takes between sets with everyone gone. Piano, a butterfly, the microphone, and another cassette catches …

His choir for the tone deaf, beyond belief, a honeysuckle breath, a leaf carries his wind’s whistle. Vivaldi, just one season; a fantastical harpsichord clackers into a long linger. The Welshman plucks a horse hair harp, making it up as he goes wi…

Justify peculiarities of ear, each one it’s own. Venus, the substance of fur, presence of male and female voices on Street 66. A cartoon man has a son who blows Bassamagic, a deep baritone overlooked by purists sings on just the same. Juanita Hall …

The sound after if, and you’ve gone. A new time and place opens on the other side, after hours. Sun comes after the Rain. Comes after the moon and the stars. Let’s go walking. Is it midnight? Is the time before, or ….? Footnotes, after, sit under…

The start of euphonium madness? Julius Hemphill is magnificent, set into a little reverb on Three Dog Night. Flute solo fronts Jethro Tull picking up a trail off Rustin Man. Yasuako Shimizu, binding.

Fanny Howe with words from her new book -- Manimal Woe -- coming in June 2021.