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Do you see what I see. *********************** "... tell me you have dreamed / of lifting your left foot closer / to flight, that you, too, would die happiest / by music..." Ocean Vuong 'In Defence of Dancing'

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_Mix_Other arms may hold a thrill by Curtis Burns on Apple Music Playlist · 14 Songs


11. The Mooch - Sexmob feat. Charlie Burnham & Joan Wasser
12. Do Nothin’ Till You Hear from Me - Joe Pass
13. One More - Thad Jones
14. Oh No…Not Again! - Ben LaMar Gay

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07.03.2026 15:27 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0
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_Mix_Other arms may hold a thrill by Curtis Burns on Apple Music Playlist · 14 Songs


6. Sheik of Araby / I Found a New Baby - Jason Moran
7. The Drops of Chocolate - Terrace Martin & Marcus Gilmore
8. Memphis Shakedown - Carolina Chocolate Drops
9. Maple Leaf Rag -Sidney Bechet & His New Orleans Feetwarmers
10. Caro Ortolano - Jacob Garchik

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Other arms may hold a thrill - A Mix

1. Gumbo Filet - Booker Ervin & Pony Poindexter
2. Hand Clapping Song - The Meters
3. Do You Know What It Means to Miss New Orleans - Walter Davis, Jr.
4. Roswellian Folk Song - Steve Swell & Kende Dreams
5. Arachnia - Blood Trio

07.03.2026 15:26 👍 2 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0

Thank you, Luis! 🙏

07.03.2026 02:01 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0
Black-and-white photo looking down at a metal signpost set in a round rubber base on a brick walkway, with small weeds growing between the bricks.

Black-and-white photo looking down at a metal signpost set in a round rubber base on a brick walkway, with small weeds growing between the bricks.

#photography #blackandwhitephotography #abstractphotography #EastCoastKin #ColorADay #BWFri #ClassicMono

07.03.2026 01:38 👍 16 🔁 2 💬 0 📌 0
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_Mix_Color takes us through every day by Curtis Burns on Apple Music Playlist · 13 Songs


11. Auf dem Kirchhofe (After Brahms’ Op. 105 No. 4) [Eric Lyon] - String Noise & Greg Saunier
12. Kalácstánc A Lakodalmas Házhoz - Técsöi Banda
13. Reflexivities - Lukas Ligeti & Thollem McDonas

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07.03.2026 01:15 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0
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_Mix_Color takes us through every day by Curtis Burns on Apple Music Playlist · 13 Songs


7. Walberswick Breaks - Loula York
8. Kalim-bone - Francesco D’Auria, Michel Godard, & Tino Tracanna
9. Pastor’s Paradox - Artuán Ortiz, Don Byron, Lester St. Louis, & Pheeroan akLaff
10. Element Grey - Christopher Dell, Christian Lillinger, & Jonas Westergaard

07.03.2026 01:14 👍 2 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0
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Color takes us through every day - A Mix

1. On Juniper - The Early
2. Gin Over Sour Milk - Autistic Daughters
3. Cara Maluco - Thee Oh Sees
4. Coincidence - Yukihiro Takahashi
5. Pretty Girls All in a Row - Seamus Cater
6. Hommage to Edgar Allen Poe - Eva Šušková & Milan Adamciak

07.03.2026 01:13 👍 8 🔁 1 💬 1 📌 0
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#photography #birdphotography #heron #EastCoastKin #BirdOfTheDay #steppingout

06.03.2026 20:32 👍 88 🔁 6 💬 1 📌 1
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#photography #birdphotography #gulls #EastCoastKin #BirdOfTheDay #SteppingOut

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#photography #birdphotography #egret #EastCoastKin #BirdOfTheDay #SteppingOut

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The ash like hues from the frost dust the trees and auburn grasses around the river way.  There is hope for brightening in the cloud filled sky as the day awakens. All is very calm and still.

The ash like hues from the frost dust the trees and auburn grasses around the river way. There is hope for brightening in the cloud filled sky as the day awakens. All is very calm and still.

I think nature journaled out its peaceful intent for the weekend 📷🕊️ …

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Alan Sparhawk Solo Band, by Alan Sparhawk 2 track album

#NowPlaying

Alan Sparhawk - No More Darkness

Alan Sparhawk Solo Band (Sub Pop)

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05.03.2026 22:54 👍 3 🔁 1 💬 0 📌 0
my alone feels so good, i’ll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude
- warsan shire

red-orange singular poppy against a black background

my alone feels so good, i’ll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude - warsan shire red-orange singular poppy against a black background

05.03.2026 10:17 👍 325 🔁 80 💬 13 📌 0
                       There is a small child lying in the dark,
                a tight-pulled knot of hunger, thirst, and fear,
       not knowing what has happened to her home
                                                                     and friends
                                                               and parents.
                                                 Though she doesn’t understand,
                             she has a hard-gained sick familiarity
                   with sharp small-arms fire, dull explosions,
         shattered buildings, falling dust,
                                      has grown accustomed to the screams
                                                 and to the screaming silence,
                                                           waking and in dream.

She can’t remember who she is —
            has lost her name, her playfulness,
                       her curiosity, affection, warmth.

She can’t remember where she lived:
            in Syria, or Yemen, or Sudan, or Palestine,
                                                 Iraq, Ukraine, Somalia....?
                        So many lands she might have once called
                                                                                         home;
                                                           they’ve merged
                                                    into a broken nightmare,
                                            filled with smoke.

                               It billows from a burnt-out tank,
              from blocks of flats and hospitals,
              from camp-fires,
                         crematoria, and cigarettes
                                       that glow in sentried night —
        smoke is the substance,
                 grief the form of war.

There is a small child lying in the dark, a tight-pulled knot of hunger, thirst, and fear, not knowing what has happened to her home and friends and parents. Though she doesn’t understand, she has a hard-gained sick familiarity with sharp small-arms fire, dull explosions, shattered buildings, falling dust, has grown accustomed to the screams and to the screaming silence, waking and in dream. She can’t remember who she is — has lost her name, her playfulness, her curiosity, affection, warmth. She can’t remember where she lived: in Syria, or Yemen, or Sudan, or Palestine, Iraq, Ukraine, Somalia....? So many lands she might have once called home; they’ve merged into a broken nightmare, filled with smoke. It billows from a burnt-out tank, from blocks of flats and hospitals, from camp-fires, crematoria, and cigarettes that glow in sentried night — smoke is the substance, grief the form of war.

	1917
Grandad died badly: drowned
in a sucking, claggy trench at dawn,
face down, lungs burning
as they strained and failed to fill.
Grandma maybe had it worse; she
might have lived, but something
in her broke the day the village fell,
and she was raped too many times
to count.  She slit her wrists, and then –
impatient, maybe – cut her throat.
Their neighbour made it through all right,
unharmed and sitting on a tidy profit
from the sale of bayonets and boots.

	1943
Dad died badly too, I’m told: roasted
as he struggled to escape his tank,
lungs seared with smoke and superheated air.
Mum almost made it, joined a group
of refugees that straggled down a road
all overhung with willow and with
Old Man’s Beard that hid them from the
strafing planes — but they were found
by soldiers from one side or the other, all the
women raped, then shot and left to lie.
Their neighbour spent the war in Switzerland,
and ended up a millionaire:
munitions and black-market booze.

	2014
My body’s lain here underneath the rubble
for a week or so.  My wife was at her mother’s
when they shelled our house; I heard her
when she came back looking for me, but
my mouth was shrivelled up with thirst,
my lungs collapsed, I couldn’t call,
not even when I heard them find her
and my little daughter, when  the two
were raped and raped again, then casually shot.
Still, B.A.E. and Hewlett Packard and the rest
will have good news for shareholders this year.

1917 Grandad died badly: drowned in a sucking, claggy trench at dawn, face down, lungs burning as they strained and failed to fill. Grandma maybe had it worse; she might have lived, but something in her broke the day the village fell, and she was raped too many times to count. She slit her wrists, and then – impatient, maybe – cut her throat. Their neighbour made it through all right, unharmed and sitting on a tidy profit from the sale of bayonets and boots. 1943 Dad died badly too, I’m told: roasted as he struggled to escape his tank, lungs seared with smoke and superheated air. Mum almost made it, joined a group of refugees that straggled down a road all overhung with willow and with Old Man’s Beard that hid them from the strafing planes — but they were found by soldiers from one side or the other, all the women raped, then shot and left to lie. Their neighbour spent the war in Switzerland, and ended up a millionaire: munitions and black-market booze. 2014 My body’s lain here underneath the rubble for a week or so. My wife was at her mother’s when they shelled our house; I heard her when she came back looking for me, but my mouth was shrivelled up with thirst, my lungs collapsed, I couldn’t call, not even when I heard them find her and my little daughter, when the two were raped and raped again, then casually shot. Still, B.A.E. and Hewlett Packard and the rest will have good news for shareholders this year.

The politicians, journalists, the vicars
and the priests —they danced the measure
given them by makers of munitions.
They sprayed the language of the grave
from spittle-shining lechers’ lips:
the love of country.

I did not give my life for any cause —
my leaders wrapped them up in khaki, grey, or tan,
tossed them away to serve
commercial and political ambitions.
I did not make a sacrifice —
they threw me down upon an altar
and cut out my heart,
dyed little scraps of paper with my pulsing
blood and pinned them on the chests
of politicians, journalists, of vicars
and of priests.  They pinned them onto
children while they murmured their seductive lies
of honour,  pride, and glory.

The politicians, journalists, the vicars and the priests —they danced the measure given them by makers of munitions. They sprayed the language of the grave from spittle-shining lechers’ lips: the love of country. I did not give my life for any cause — my leaders wrapped them up in khaki, grey, or tan, tossed them away to serve commercial and political ambitions. I did not make a sacrifice — they threw me down upon an altar and cut out my heart, dyed little scraps of paper with my pulsing blood and pinned them on the chests of politicians, journalists, of vicars and of priests. They pinned them onto children while they murmured their seductive lies of honour, pride, and glory.

Would wars be shorter if,
instead of solemn notices
when loved ones fell,
our letterboxes rattled with
a sick parade of letters giving
details of our loved ones’ kills?

Would wars be shorter if, instead of solemn notices when loved ones fell, our letterboxes rattled with a sick parade of letters giving details of our loved ones’ kills?

Four poems on war.

#poem #poetry #skypoets #blueskypoets #poetsofbluesky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #warpoetry #warpoem

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Black-and-white photo of a food truck at night. The service window is open, revealing two workers inside under bright lights. The truck’s double wheels and metal siding are visible, with reflections on the glass and dark surroundings outside.

Black-and-white photo of a food truck at night. The service window is open, revealing two workers inside under bright lights. The truck’s double wheels and metal siding are visible, with reflections on the glass and dark surroundings outside.

#photography #blackandwhitephotography #nightshots #foodtrucks #EastCoastKin #ClassicMono

03.03.2026 01:02 👍 30 🔁 2 💬 2 📌 0
Black-and-white photo of a city street in London, with a black taxi stopped at an intersection in the foreground. Behind it stands a large stone building with tall windows and Art Deco-style architecture, flanked by other multi-story buildings. Dramatic clouds fill the sky above.

Black-and-white photo of a city street in London, with a black taxi stopped at an intersection in the foreground. Behind it stands a large stone building with tall windows and Art Deco-style architecture, flanked by other multi-story buildings. Dramatic clouds fill the sky above.

“Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future…”

#MonochromeMonday #MonochromeArchitecture
#BlackAndWhiteArchitecture #BnWArchitecture
#Architecture #London

02.03.2026 14:54 👍 6 🔁 1 💬 0 📌 0
multi-hued poppy in shades of pink, ochre, & white seemingly painted on the petals

multi-hued poppy in shades of pink, ochre, & white seemingly painted on the petals

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❤️❤️❤️

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_Mix_Such a sad machine by Curtis Burns on Apple Music Playlist · 12 Songs


9. Come in from the Cold - Joni Mitchell
10. That Would be Something - Paul McCartney
11. If I was you, I’d be doing exactly the same - Bex Burch
12. Safe and Sound - The Chills

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01.03.2026 23:04 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0
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Such a sad machine - A Mix

1. Alive- Ty Segal
2. Just Because It’s Dying - Jenny Toomey
3. Wrong Piano - Vic Chestnut
4. Suffering Jukebox - Silver Jews
5. One Last Love Song - Jim White & Trey Blake
6. Stepping Out for Air - Bill Callahan
7. Hollow- Daniel Knox
8. Spirit on the Water - Bob Dylan

01.03.2026 23:03 👍 15 🔁 2 💬 1 📌 0
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_Mix_Blood Count by Curtis Burns on Apple Music Playlist · 9 Songs


8. Appointment in Ghana - Earl MacDonald
9. Acceptance - Wayne Escoffery, David Kikoski, Ugonna Okegwo, & Ralph Peterson Jr.

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01.03.2026 15:02 👍 2 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0
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_Mix_Blood Count by Curtis Burns on Apple Music Playlist · 9 Songs


4. Fleurette Africaine - Horace Tapscott
5. Blood Count - John Stubblefield, Cecil Bridgewater, Mulgrew Miller, Rufus Reid, & Eddie Gladden
6. Free Spirits / Drummer’s Song - Vijay Iyer, Linda May Han Oh, & Tyshawn Sorey
7. De i Comahlee Ah - Jackie McLean & Michael Carvin

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Blood Count - A Mix

1. Page Four - Oliver Lake, Geri Allen, Kevin Eubanks, Fred Hopkins, & Pheeroan akLaff
2. Money Jungle - Terri Lynn Carrington, Gerald Clayton, & Christian McBride
3. In a Sentimental Mood - Leon Parker

01.03.2026 15:01 👍 24 🔁 2 💬 3 📌 0
Black-and-white photo of a café table with a glass of water, salt and pepper shakers, and a vase of flowers.

Black-and-white photo of a café table with a glass of water, salt and pepper shakers, and a vase of flowers.

#photography #SilentSunday #blackandwhitephotography #EastCoastKin #ClassicMono

01.03.2026 12:57 👍 32 🔁 4 💬 0 📌 0
Black and white street scene of a man sitting on a bench at a quiet corner, with an empty bench, fire hydrant, and receding sidewalk lined with buildings and overhead wires.

Black and white street scene of a man sitting on a bench at a quiet corner, with an empty bench, fire hydrant, and receding sidewalk lined with buildings and overhead wires.

#photography #SilentSunday #blackandwhitephotography #EastCoastKin #ClassicMono

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The #stainedglass #windows of #Halifax #Minster #HalifaxMinster allows the #springtime #sun to #shine through into this 900 year old #Calderdale #Church. #architecturephotography #photography #colour #history #Historical_Sites. See more #images at www.darrensmith.org.uk

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Black-and-white photo of a storefront window reflecting a reversed “United Methodist Church Pearl River” sign and showing two starburst ceiling lights inside.

Black-and-white photo of a storefront window reflecting a reversed “United Methodist Church Pearl River” sign and showing two starburst ceiling lights inside.

#photography #SilentSunday #blackandwhitephotography #EastCoastKin #ClassicMono

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