There's a treasure trove of facts about inventor Adolphe Sax and theories abound, why he was enamored by sound

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I came across the headline in the Daily Current, a flurry of bad news about administrative abuse

The spokeswoman waved away questions, though the reporters did try — she said, it's nothing – it's both sides

as if a puddle's an ocean and we're always drowning in water

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A Sonnet For Charlie Parker

A Bird of free range flying through the night wrapped in chords of compositional scratches and tangled like roses, thorns as sharp as flight; yet within noise, the melody flashes

I am an earbud audience, in awe of the way the sound moves in near motion so that when I close my eyes — not a flaw - only quick winds and waves on the ocean

Yet he remains a complicated man, a puzzle of complexity, a wire who could channel beauty on the bandstand while nearly losing himself to the fire

Some music that's played becomes a life, lost, and listeners often forget the cost

for #OpenWrite https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z4z24dqEZ9c

A collection of sea glass - blue, pink, green - smoothed out and clouded by time and constant motion; the Atlantic Ocean, as artist

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Sometimes, I'll take a new song as my hiking companion, a voice in my head only I can hear

It's best in rhythm, the motion of walking synchronized to the beat of my ear

I'll work out the rhymes, the rhythm of lines, I'll put the song on repeat before it all disappears

Later, upon returning to the place where I'd been walking, I hear the echoes of melody: the song lives there

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The beach was empty at the break of day but for us – she and I quiet and contemplative as our dog bounded laps among the coastal waves, a game of hide and seek within lunar shifts with morning sun, shedding night to rise; the view to forever, unbroken for miles

Remembering Nova Scotia for #OpenWrite

Outside, a man on the one-wheel gyro plays his guitar, the amplifier on his back cranked up to something close to heaven as he cruises city streets

Inside, a man hunches over the Grand, communing quietly with chords, his fingers gracing the keys, as the bass and drums follow his musical lead

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American Ash, I know this can't last, but you're such a burst of white flower in bloom, like the door's been opened and these bees have wandered into the room

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Driving through Peru, there's not much there to see or to do, just rivers and forests —more than a few dirt roads, too — but if you travel through, be sure to shout yoo-hoo to the 800 plus hardy folk living in these beautiful, isolated Western Massachusetts woods, no doubt happy to be off the grid in such a mixed up world, too

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You countered the global politics of loud presidential tantrums - Mette, maybe its your voice that can lead us forward towards a resistance through persistence - like phantoms, lost but not

for #OpenWrite Mette Frederiksen is the prime minister of Denmark