What if we came in pieces and parts

in plastic bags

with a small tube of glue

what if we were left on the doorstep

lit like a fuse

crackling

burning

what if we came

in at the middle

stayed to the end and came back for the start

what if we came like a ransom note

with a map and a warning

what if we came like an afternoon storm

what if we came fully formed like a colt

wet and warm

what if we came through the wall

like a ghost

or what if we came like a fish to the surface

what if we came like a bubble and popped

what if we came in pieces and parts

and no one came to put us together

what if we came in a cardboard box

what if no one

opened us up.

The full classic story of Cannonball Adderley's nickname is that he was at first called »Cannibal« because, when they were young, he was so fat and his brother (Nat, a noted trumpet player in his own right) so thin that it seemed as though Julian must have eaten most of Nat (or so their friends would claim). It was subsequently misheard as »Cannonball« when he began to meet people who didn't know his brother or their background, just that Adderley was in fact very fat. Since »Cannonba…

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It's been a tough month. I'm not happy with much of the goings-on. In large part it has to do with having to move. After almost five years of living in one place, I'm about to become nomadic again. For those years I have been living in a studio apartment on a friend's piece of property out in the country. It's a place that holds many memories for me. But she's getting on in years and the property has become a burden. She…