Little Wings: Realizing I’d become a man
by Wayne Lee
I’m lying on a padded table, watching while Dominic tattoos little Mercury wings behind my anklebones on both feet. It’s a few days before my sixtieth birthday, and this is my present to myself. I’ve earned these wings. I deserve them. I’ve wanted to do this since I was 21, back when I was a dancer.
I’m not a dancer anymore—in fact, some days I can barely walk — but I wanted to remind myself that, by God, I can still fly.
Music review: ‘Translucent’ – Solo instrumental piano CD by Roth Herrlinger
by Wayne Lee
“When I sit at the piano, I open up to what will come through, and let inspiration lead as I lose myself in the music.” So says Roth Herrlinger, who has just released his first solo instrumental piano CD, “Translucent.”
The sincerity of his statement speaks volumes on the simplicity, authenticity and penetrating connectedness of Herrlinger’s music.
Poetry: Rope swing
by Wayne Lee
Seine rope is best,
sixty-four strands of softest
Norwegian twine,
strong enough to lift
the leads and rings
up from the bottom of the sea,
high toward the power block,
lay them back down heavy
as a slumbering whale
on the afterdeck.
Seine rope makes the safest
swings, soft and strong,
made for every weather,
woven like steel –
the very best work
a father can do for his child.
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