The selling of body…for soul…shrouded in blue…wait, with a reverend? Oh this is a strange week indeed!
Muse, by Cee Martinez & 6’minutestory
Read by Xe Sands
This one has been fluttering against my inner walls for months now. The original version I recorded just never “hit” it and I didn’t want to release something of Martinez’s without doing it justice. But last week, it just clicked and I decided to give it another try.
Part of what I really enjoy about Martinez’s work is that I can never fully understand it intellectually – which is perfect for me. I don’t *want* to understand this type of work intellectually – I want to understand it emotionally, viscerally, the way I experience poetry.
So please don’t ask what this means because I won’t be able to tell you…but I can tell you how it made me feel…
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Recorded with permission from the author
Bluejay Requiem and My Father’s Eyes, by Diane Havens
Read by Diane Havens
Two poems I wrote recently. Blue both in color and in theme.