We return to the jazz fold with this international chrestomathy of Creative Commons-licensed jazz, just for you.
Truckers pass calling out their handles to the kid. Chess Piece Face and The Big Duluth call her every day, “hammer down” and “rabbit ears” are the only words they know…If you pass the rabid child say “hammer down” for me.
Poetry by Pablo Carlos Budassi.
We never really checked–we never really check the price tag. When the cost comes in, it’s gonna be high. We love our bargains, we love the prices so low…With the good jobs gone, it’s gonna be raw.
Poetry by Shelley Shaver.