MUSIC IS CLARITY

within each note, we find sense.
…The light settles on the forest floor wafting like leaves into pools of ochre and new green. Mary Ann and I, my father-in-law Jerry — we’re hunting for mushrooms.
Vince Gotera, first appeared in the 1989 Literary Supplement of Arts Indiana.

…The light settles on the forest floor wafting
like leaves into pools of ochre and new green.
Mary Ann and I, my father-in-law Jerry —
we’re hunting for mushrooms.

Vince Gotera, first appeared in the 1989 
Literary Supplement of Arts Indiana.

In Flanders Fieldsby John McCrae, May 1915
"In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and were loved, and now we lieIn Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:To you from failing hands we throwThe torch; be yours to hold it high.If ye break faith with us who dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies growIn Flanders fields.”

In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915

"In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.”

Late Mad Hatter.

Late Mad Hatter.