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After Neneh Cherry
by Mary Shanley No worries when I sing along with Neneh Cherry. She delivers me to the inside, where the percolating begins. Where words awaken the flow and I’m moving in a direction like none before. And that’s my deal, like none before. Percussion rocking full steam, go for the vibes, shaker of sticks, accentuating…
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The Dead by Maura O’Connor
one by one, they were all becoming shades… —James Joyce I fled your deaths. They happened anyway. Me, the missing witness. Michael, I will miss you most. The roses you gave me the night you told me you hated me. The song you wrote comparing my eyes to ocean my dreams to rainbow. It wasn’t…