Undersong —for Jake Adam York  (1972 - 2012)  In the timpanied tenor of penny arcades, the red roofs of rusted tin shacks, hollowing, in the plinking half notes of bare bulb juke joints, we hear your song: on stilts in swamps near gators half-breezing, in the boiled brass cauldron bouillabaisse bubbling, in the brined ribs... Continue Reading →

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