Silhouetted airplane wing against a narrow band of orange sunset above the clouds.

The sky softened, as it always does.
Miles stacked. Time zones blurred.
Reality asked for everything it could.
Still, light finds its way across any distance.


A little music for the moment.


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Occasional poems, stories, and late-night transmissions from The B Side of Town.

“There is still music in rooms we haven’t found.”

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