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		<title>Opposite ends of an evening&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I've been struggling lately to find the words. After writing for other people, it becomes hard to write for yourself again. But, out of last evening came a couple of pieces, the first either a jazz or jump blues little number and the second an odd piece that if nothing else shocked the bar fly [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jazzandpoetry.com/2010/07/opposite-ends-of-an-evening/</link>
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		<title>Some like it hot!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Ooops! A whole month has gone by without a new post. There's no way to catch you up on everything, but I've been writing some articles for the local weekly the Mountain Xpress &#38; playing hot jazz with the Red Hot Sugar Babies &#38; learning to ride my bicycle around town in 90 degree weather [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jazzandpoetry.com/2010/07/some-like-it-hot/</link>
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		<title>Flash Forward</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I still haven't written the story about the wind storm that closed the freeway while we frolicked at the Grand Canyon, or the hotel/bus depot we spent the night at in Cheyenne, Wyoming clinging to Aaron Wood's new EP tracks off his website (aaronwoodmusic.com) for comfort. I haven't written about doing 14 shows in 14 [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jazzandpoetry.com/2010/06/flash-forward/</link>
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		<title>Wanderlost</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Can you tell me where that piano man's bin? It seems he's done run off a'gin, Leaving all his friends an kin, Or else he ain't living, an that's a sin. Don't think that I would do him wrong, T'ain't my bid'ness where he has gone, Yet folks bin askin' all along So that is [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jazzandpoetry.com/2010/05/wanderlost/</link>
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		<title>Putting it in perspective</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When I left Asheville there was not yet an ecological disaster in the Gulf, nor was there a garden in my backyard. After running across the country packing each day full of shows and reconnecting with loved ones scattered like seeds across the country, I can't help but hope that the work we did through [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jazzandpoetry.com/2010/05/putting-it-in-perspective/</link>
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		<title>Poetry Month</title>
		<description><![CDATA[April flew by too fast for words, but here are some photos snapped along the way with a little ditty recorded in January with Mike Gray, Henry Westmoreland &#38; Hank Bones for accompaniment while you watch.]]></description>
		<link>http://jazzandpoetry.com/2010/05/poetry-month/</link>
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		<title>NaPoWriMo #11: The thing you didn&#8217;t choose</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Read the original prompt at ReadWritePoem.org. Dear mountainside house, You know I loved you. I enjoyed many days sitting on your porch gazing across the valley into the clouds. Until the money ran dry, we painted &#38; polished you as best we could. I walked your woods in wonder with my dog marveling at each [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jazzandpoetry.com/2010/04/napowrimo-11-the-thing-you-didnt-choose/</link>
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		<title>NaPoWriMo #10: celebrate</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Read the original prompt at ReadWritePoem.org. Starr's Day The birthday cake appeared on the counter but vanished unceremoniously. There was no time to stop for candle lighting between the jazz jump &#38; bumpity dj thump. Colored lights blinking over bunny hopping hula-hooping swirl of faces blending of worlds. Escape outside for a breath of air [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jazzandpoetry.com/2010/04/napowrimo-10-celebrate/</link>
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		<title>NaPoWriMo #9: your mission</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Read the original prompt at ReadWritePoem.org. Magus Pass the ugly jug on a winter's night with it's bitter brew choke down the burn &#38; strum another tune. Light a torch &#38; call the dancers from the fringe with a gypsy jazz love song. Around the campfire watch flames meet dance together as marionettes put on the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jazzandpoetry.com/2010/04/napowrimo-9-your-mission/</link>
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		<title>NaPoWriMo #8: unusual love connections</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Read the prompt at ReadWritePoem.org. Wrestling with NaPoWriMo #8: unusual love connections. It's like that first ride on Space Mountain or Dad's racecar. Armed with a uke. (Sometimes 140 characters is enough. Is that a poetweet? Though there is a song a brewing from this prompt too. I might just have to sing it for [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jazzandpoetry.com/2010/04/napowrimo-8-unusual-love-connections/</link>
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