A day of stories:
- Of a friend whose house nearly burned last night.
- Of a friend whose house nearly burned last night.
- A woman taking refuge in her bedroom after filing for divorce, while her soon-to-be ex rages through the house kicking in walls and smashing furniture.
- An old man recovering from a stroke desperate to escape the care facility he’s in.
- An 18-year-old’s tales of new love, and dance clubs, strip clubs (because they’ve never been before), and midnight movies.
Tonight, I listen to a new album of Koto music; its stories of birds in flight, wind singing through leaves, clouds racing across sky, ripples across lake, dance of diagonal shadows, and water; dripping, raining, running, rushing, pooling.
And in the kitchen, C creates a poem of pie which fills the house with nutmeg and cinnamon; I read poems of a cinnamon peeler, loss, and love.
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It takes a thousand voices to tell a single story.
—Native American saying
Life will go on as long as there is someone to sing, to dance, to tell stories and to listen.
—Oren Lyons
[ "Autumn" – Mitsuki Dazai – Music for solo Koto – www.NorthPacificMusic.com ]
[ "The Cinnamon Peeler: Selected Poems – Michael Ondaatje ]
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