“ Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lostmemories? Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday, since dreamsplay when time is askew? Are we not all adrift in the… Nathan Reese Maher
“ All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea. Nathan Reese Maher
“ I rouse Emily to our guests, as she finishes off our fifteenth snowman by setting the head atop its torso. She stands limp at my direction, pointing out the coming shadows and I cannot help but hear a… Nathan Reese Maher
“ I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and it is there that my stomach leaps into my throat. Squatting just shy of the light and part… Nathan Reese Maher
“ If Music is a Place -- then Jazz is the City, Folk is the Wilderness, Rock is the Road, Classical is a Temple. Vera Nazarian
“ Welcome to Book-a-holic Anonymous.Hi, I'm Jazz and I am addicted to the written word. I love the smell of the blackest ink sliding across texture paper. My eyes squint against the loss of time within… Jazz Feylynn
“ One two, one two, Type a word or two. Arrow left, arrow right, Keep those fingers nice and tight.Keys up, Keys down,Move those digits all around.One two, one two, Type a word or two. Jazz Feylynn
“ The 'magic' is the known and unknown quiet, spiritual, invisible thread which links and reveals harmonic elements to a universe of high vibrational sensory. And our beloved Bro. Maurice David knew it'… T.F. Hodge
“ That’s a stupid name! Whirly-gig is much better, I think. Who in their rightmind would point at this thing and say, ‘I’m going to fly in my Model-A1’. Nathan Reese Maher
“ The guitar breathed. It inhaled and exhaled, and music filled the shop as the instrument picked the heartbreak of generations. Brenda Sutton Rose
“ Teachers' favorite color ink, splashed and dripped down his face a grisly reminder of mistakes bruising his life. Jazz Feylynn
“ I assumed this yoke would encase me as well as any another hobble. Only this one bound the mind. Jazz Feylynn
