Jeffrey Little – Low Tide and Maybe a Marathon Under
Low Tide and Maybe a Marathon Under The surface of any water is a lie. I put on an Elmo Hope tune, with Frank Foster. Low Tide. It seems it’s possible to drown at Rikers Island, years after you’ve been released. Think of this as time travel. Right now, I’m tired of coughing, so I’ve […]
Jeffrey Little – Waltzing to Keep from Flying All Apart
Waltzing to Keep from Flying All Apart Listen. We must accept that not even an assassin exists beyond the false binary of choice. Remember if you please the parable of the penalty box and Custer’s ungodly ham. I took a quick look out of the big bay windows and the Cossacks were still perched in […]
Jeffrey Little – Cognitive Promiscuity: The Undocumented Gunshot Blues
Cognitive Promiscuity: The Undocumented Gunshot Blues I am walking to the reservoir in Newark Delaware where the ghosts of passenger pigeons assemble in mutable clumps and have flocked here to reveal something I’ve long suspected but could never admit. In my left hand I’m carrying a photograph of myself sitting beside a giant mushroom on […]
