Betty Carter Live

In this complex folkmoot. "Stop playing with my ear", I call.

she arches backwards as if a weight had made her holy,

elastic brown woman.

Refrains and stanzaic opens every carpel

for foment

and the song,

proceeded by the blues of

a most willing pain;

dos burns.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think of Billie Holiday or Diana Ross when i read this piece...the blues that come from deep within...
and they burn with a powerfully flaming voice of beauty...

[emmajoy]

' .. a weight had made her holy, .. elastic brown woman. '

I see.. i see a slowly arriving scene of woman and eager listener and the sounds of sighs and expectation, As ever you create more than a collection of words.