Prologue

Here featured is another poem by the late Beatrice Kaskowitz. Beatrice was an amateur poet who lived her life in New York City. Her poem, “Prologue,” has been put to song and recorded by Philadelphia musician Nat Kundanis-Grow. Nat is currently tied up writing a song a day for the month of February, but you can distract him, if you wish: nkundanis@gmail.com.

Prologue
by Beatrice Kaskowitz

My thoughts flow endlessly.
As I try to hold them, they slip away.
I caught a few and made them stay.
Judge them kingly, else they fade.

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Hell And Higher Water: An Additional Collaborator

A song previously featured on Ham Kicker, Hell And Higher Water, comprised of a poem by Ben Grigg, a song by Joe Robinson, and a recording by Joe Robinson, now includes an additional collaborator. Brooklyn musician Kara Eubanks has arranged and performed parts for two violins. If you want to learn more about Kara, or if you are interested in having her contribute to your musical endeavors, go here. If you would like to learn about Ben’s band, Geronimo!, then go here, or here

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By Their Own Hands

Here featured is a poem by Chicago writer and actor, Kevin Cripsin. It has been put to song, performed, and recorded by Chicagoan Joe Robinson.

By Their Own Hands

Coming to conclusions
the man walked away
from the whale he’d slain
looked upon the ocean
and said “it’s blue again”
climbing to the lighthouse top
diving like a swan
to his death.

Facing her fears
the woman fell into traps
of the momentary lapse
that inevitably befalls
the best of us all
she raised the knife to its glint
catching only the slightest hint
of a final breath.

Praying his prayers
the child clutched his hands
too young to feel time’s sand
bearing down on him like night
never knowing that he might
know something besides this sorrow
that would not wake him tomorrow
in his final rest.

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For The Twins: An Additional Collaborator

Our latest feature–a poem by Michael Salinas and song by Joe Robinson–now includes a third collaborator. Kara Eubanks lives in Brooklyn, where she pursues a variety of different musical endeavors. (If you are seeking a violinist, we encourage you to read more.) For this piece, Kara has arranged and performed parts for two violins. Download this updated recording of For The Twins or click below to listen.
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For The Twins

Here featured is a collaboration between poet Michael Salinas, and musician Joe Robinson.

For The Twins

There once lived two birds
who kept secretive words.
Their cage only had room for two.

Black tongues had been ripped.
Black wings had been clipped.
Their two black hearts turned mine black too.

I just wanted to be
number three in their sea
of stories and secrets and silence.

But little did we know
that their silence would grow
into volumes of vengeance and violence.

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