Distance (Draft 1)

The weather felt perfect. A brilliant gold sun floated in the ice-blue sky like a beacon. Green mountains rose up from the ground toward the sky and sun like furry moss clumps. The mountains’ trees swayed back and forth in a calm breeze, their leaves rippling upward, churning out a steady snake hiss among the […]

Yardbird Suite (Draft 2)

Anonymous He flew on stage man. The first time I saw him at Birdland he practically tore his sax up. He just moved so fast on it. I’ll never forget that look in his open eye, mad and happy and sharp, just stoned man, but boy did he sound good. He soared higher and louder […]