“Soundtrack for Growing Up” by Rebecca Hart Olander

“Soundtrack for Growing Up” by Rebecca Hart Olander

A one-winged dove ooh, ooing as dusk settled and the car barreled toward home. The plea of I don’t wanna do your dirty work twisting around the pipes below a sink full of dishes piled high. The way every girl…

“The “Dean from Hell” Guitar, on its Role in Pantera’s “Cowboys from Hell” by Daniel M. Shapiro

“The “Dean from Hell” Guitar, on its Role in Pantera’s “Cowboys from Hell” by Daniel M. Shapiro

The bristly drawl waits inside me, warms my mahogany neck, courses through the smoothest rosewood. If you have tattoos, you know what it’s like to be told, Careful: It’s permanent. The ink that labeled me from hell isn’t going anywhere….

“The Hacking Cough Intro in “Sweet Leaf” by Jeffrey Warzecha

“The Hacking Cough Intro in “Sweet Leaf” by Jeffrey Warzecha

Ozzy bit a bat’s head off, headed for rabies shots, proved checked-in cough was habitual from joints with Iommi by calling from the hospital phone a friend who played the intro to “Sweet Leaf” on repeat for the ER doctor….

“Theremin” by Robert Beveridge

“Theremin” by Robert Beveridge

The core of any computer is the motherboard. Cops, priests, the Medicis, Lehman Brothers, all must bow to circuitry named for the woman who bore us all. We warm our hands over resistors, capacitors, parts none of us have names…

“Listening to L. Cohen, I paint a forest primeval in the backyard of my brain” by Karla Linn Merrifield

“Listening to L. Cohen, I paint a forest primeval in the backyard of my brain” by Karla Linn Merrifield

surrounding cerebellum’s irregular gray folds, seeding violet lilacs of language with the yellow pine of pleasure, red oaks to ward off fear, blue spruce among an evergreen assortment to warrant your great attention. In my mind’s eye some saplings mature…

“Piano, on its Role in Judas Priest’s “Epitaph” by Daniel M. Shapiro

“Piano, on its Role in Judas Priest’s “Epitaph” by Daniel M. Shapiro

This is the movie the part in the movie where the star basketball player gets hurt and most of the others have fouled out so the snotty kid who annoys everyone but deep down inside is really an enlightened asshole…

“By Request” by Richard King Perkins II

“By Request” by Richard King Perkins II

You’re on stage naked   singing Sweet Jane   unplugged, shoulders leaking bad whiteness   into a vortex of mysterious chords.   You finish with a subdued flourish and only one person claps   but you’re not in the least…

“Bard” by Robert Beveridge

“Bard” by Robert Beveridge

A slight taste of bitter almond beneath the ever- present pomegranate. You chewed a seed, eyes far away, rosined your bow.   Once again it was time to play for the assembled, the few who understood and the masses, whom…

“I still feel some crumbs sliding down” by Lynn Michael Martin

“I still feel some crumbs sliding down” by Lynn Michael Martin

I still feel some crumbs sliding down. I probably shouldn’t have, you know, but it got me—this thing that makes some of us fat and most of us forget to exercise. It’s part of the human condition, why, I don’t…

"Ode to Zucchini" by Marne Wilson

“Ode to Zucchini” by Marne Wilson

The zucchini is the shmoo of the vegetable world. Shapeless and non-descript, it reproduces abundantly, seemingly overnight. Yesterday’s small orange blossom is today’s twenty-pound fruit.   Zucchinis can be cooked by any method known to man. Fried zucchini, steamed zucchini,…