by Jennifer Landretti | Feb 22, 2022 | Songbook
rosy morning watersbeneath a mangled moonthe bay that floats the bridgeI cross feels like a roomso blue where my emptiness ascendsand the long chain of hours will not benddrive on down the highwaywhiskey in my joemoving in my misery gets me through this blowthe world...
by Jennifer Landretti | Dec 5, 2021 | Songbook
Up where the rivers dividedeadwood shadows the starsfirelight shakes on my coatshowing the letters you wroteI miss what I have in my handsthe love so plainly therewriting itself into airI guess you told me soThe pines on the hills are knives in the nightslicing the...
by Jennifer Landretti | Mar 7, 2021 | Songbook
I live in a town that lost its name like other towns just the same out of sight of the freeway lanes where wooden poles take lonesome aimat painted clouds on broken plains. Oh, how many miles over the hills past the pitted blades of bent windmills and the rise and...
by Jennifer Landretti | Feb 15, 2021 | Songbook
My name is Tim JohnsonI’m home from the warI’m out at this lighthouseon the Michigan shore.There’s blood on a sidewalknear the Liquor Town store what ripped at my edgesnow cuts to my core.Should not have left collegegone off to Iraqpushed eight ways to Sundayto find...
by Jennifer Landretti | Feb 1, 2021 | Songbook
Spoken:It’s an unusual sight at the Wallflower ball where a band plays a waltz in a moonlit old hall. The floor is deserted, no couples at all just single folks dancing alongside the walls.What wonderful walls at the wallflower ball made of roses and violets and...
