Eve Rounds

Mix CD’s (not a poem)

i used to make my dad mix cd’s. he loved finding what came to be some of his favorite artists this way. (another connection we had along with plants, cribbage and beer.)

the very first album was titled “Daddy & Tweety V1”. of course followed by “D & T V2”. then i started making themed mixes. i can’t remember what those themes were or which songs specifically, but because i am a loyal listener, i’m certain that i still love (most) of the artists i shared with him. those bands and solo artists i deemed worthy made multiple appearances. sometimes my dad would give me feedback, ask for more of someone or what he didn’t like about someone else.

on my brother’s recent trip to my parent’s, he helped my mom go through the attic. there he found a huge stash of CDs and cassettes. I asked my brother to look for specific albums i’d gifted my dad, along with the mixes. he found Nicole Atkins (Goodnight Rhonda Lee) and Neko Case (Middle Cyclone). no D&T’s but he did discover “Women”. i don’t remember this at all! the theme is obvious.

of course iTunes couldn’t figure out the 12 tracks so i had to listen. i recognized all of the artists, but had to think/search on some of the songs.

Over the Rhine – Spark
Carla Werner – Edge of Joy
Feist – Secret Heart
Cat Power – I Found A Reason
Over the Rhine – All I Need Is Everything
Carla Werner – Ghost Road
Feist – Mushaboom
Cat Powers – The Greatest
Over the Rhine – The Seahorse
Carla Werner – Ships
Feist – Lonely Lonely
Cat Power – Free

i stand by 8/12.

my next post will be a poem using the titles of all of the these songs.

a poem about you for you (and you)

you are your own though your temperament reminds me of him your head is more ripe mango while his was more soft plum my love

i don’t even know

how long it’s been. haven’t been counting days haven’t counted backwards on the calendar. haven’t bothered to reread my own words. haven’t been missing you

the five senses

your blue eyes and crooked lippy smile which i inherited that tiny soft bristle brush for your basically bald head the white corvette a campfire cards


what did falling in love feel like to you actual falling a new winter sweater a blood flutter did you question its science or were you


sometimes the wind the waves muffle and drown my memories sometimes the wind the waves magnify and amplify the sound of your voice and clearing

the theatre

this is  a silent film flickering  catching  starting over emptiness surrounding such a blinding contrast ahead of us shared stories  captured images disconnected nonsensical we