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Over the past two years, I have been on the road touring about 18 months. I am incredibly grateful for those adventures and the stories and people I found out there, but now I need to sit and watch and think and wait. The post Sit. Watch. Think. Wait. appeared first on Kevin Carrel Footer.

Over the past two years, I have been on the road touring about 18 months. I am incredibly grateful for those adventures and the stories and people I found out there, but now I need to sit and watch and think and wait. The post Sit. Watch. Think. Wait. appeared first on Kevin Carrel Footer.

Next it was the turn of the Argentine tango musician who played tangos so sad they were funny. He only came home to sleep and that was never at night. In Madrid, there are so many better places to be than at home on a summer night. The post The Sound of People Making Love appeared first on Kevin Carrel Footer.

Next it was the turn of the Argentine tango musician who played tangos so sad they were funny. He only came home to sleep and that was never at night. In Madrid, there are so many better places to be than at home on a summer night. The post The Sound of People Making Love appeared first on Kevin Carrel Footer.

She dances through life, moving from partner to partner with such even-handed grace that no one takes affront. The lovers, men and women, cling to her, lose themselves happily in her world. The frankness of her gift is such that they all understand. The post The Butterfly’s Wings appeared first on Kevin Carrel Footer.

She dances through life, moving from partner to partner with such even-handed grace that no one takes affront. The lovers, men and women, cling to her, lose themselves happily in her world. The frankness of her gift is such that they all understand. The post The Butterfly’s Wings appeared first on Kevin Carrel Footer.

As the afternoon sun drops lower, the timbre of the light deepens, throwing a soft golden blanket over the two of us. All I want now is for her to sleep while I stay with her under a summer sun that settles on the horizon without ever dissolving into the ocean. The post A woman on the riverbank in repose appeared first on Kevin Carrel Footer.

As the afternoon sun drops lower, the timbre of the light deepens, throwing a soft golden blanket over the two of us. All I want now is for her to sleep while I stay with her under a summer sun that settles on the horizon without ever dissolving into the ocean. The post A woman on the riverbank in repose appeared first on Kevin Carrel Footer.

But probably he admired her more for letting that surly old husband of hers back for the last years of his life, swiping away with that slender, braceleted hand whatever had come between them once. The post Like swimming through night and day appeared first on Kevin Carrel Footer.

But probably he admired her more for letting that surly old husband of hers back for the last years of his life, swiping away with that slender, braceleted hand whatever had come between them once. The post Like swimming through night and day appeared first on Kevin Carrel Footer.

As an adolescent, I prayed to be made wise, but now, knowing the price one will pay for such insolence, I regret my words. I could have asked for riches or a long life or many children – but no, I had to ask for wisdom. The post Cleansing Waters appeared first on Kevin Carrel Footer.

As an adolescent, I prayed to be made wise, but now, knowing the price one will pay for such insolence, I regret my words. I could have asked for riches or a long life or many children – but no, I had to ask for wisdom. The post Cleansing Waters appeared first on Kevin Carrel Footer.

"The first sign that something was up was the arrival of a flotilla of pianos on the eastern shore of the city. Each was manned by a tuxedoed pianist who stood with his baton at the ready..." The post The Culture Wars appeared first on Kevin Carrel Footer.

"The first sign that something was up was the arrival of a flotilla of pianos on the eastern shore of the city. Each was manned by a tuxedoed pianist who stood with his baton at the ready..." The post The Culture Wars appeared first on Kevin Carrel Footer.

The Dancer is a beautiful woman. So many blood lines are in her that she is the amalgam of us all. Spanish. Azorean. Arab. English. Gypsy. In her high cheekbones is her Indian blood. Her great-grandmother was Coeur D’Alene and sang the Blues in San Francisco. There are bootleggers and brothel-owners in her as well. As I said, she is the amalgam of us all. The post The Dancer and the Falling Down appeared first on Kevin Carrel Footer.

The Dancer is a beautiful woman. So many blood lines are in her that she is the amalgam of us all. Spanish. Azorean. Arab. English. Gypsy. In her high cheekbones is her Indian blood. Her great-grandmother was Coeur D’Alene and sang the Blues in San Francisco. There are bootleggers and brothel-owners in her as well. As I said, she is the amalgam of us all. The post The Dancer and the Falling Down appeared first on Kevin Carrel Footer.

I went to see my dead father’s lover, to see what she could tell me about the missing man. She was not surprised to see me, though we had only met obliquely in stories. Like most lovers, she held tightly to the idea that what she had shared with my father was the true thing, […] The post The Many-Chambered Thing appeared first on Kevin Carrel Footer.

I went to see my dead father’s lover, to see what she could tell me about the missing man. She was not surprised to see me, though we had only met obliquely in stories. Like most lovers, she held tightly to the idea that what she had shared with my father was the true thing, […] The post The Many-Chambered Thing appeared first on Kevin Carrel Footer.

Pleasure dogs have read what’s been written and aren’t impressed. Pleasure dogs have long lines of prose stuffed in their pockets and poetry gathering like filth between their toes. Their desks are covered with pleas and the floors of their dwellings are littered with crumpled responses. The walls are covered with old photographs. Pleasure dogs want none of this. It’s not enough. The post The pleasure dogs appeared first on Kevin Carrel Footer.

Pleasure dogs have read what’s been written and aren’t impressed. Pleasure dogs have long lines of prose stuffed in their pockets and poetry gathering like filth between their toes. Their desks are covered with pleas and the floors of their dwellings are littered with crumpled responses. The walls are covered with old photographs. Pleasure dogs want none of this. It’s not enough. The post The pleasure dogs appeared first on Kevin Carrel Footer.