Amanda C. Brainerd and Charisse R. Cecil


Amanda C. Brainerd

By Charisse R. Cecil
Inspiration piece

My music, my mood.
Billie and Miles.
Melancholy and mellow.
The berries
in my morning muffin.
His bow-legged, boot-cut,
denim-clad swagger.
The funky-sweet blend
of sweat, liquor, tears and sex
in every foot tap on the juke joint floor.
The bruises that hide
behind Bronze Base #5.
Branford’s band and Spike’s “Mo’ Better.”
B.B. and Lucille.
The Franconia-Springfield metro line.
The steely eyes of young Minister Malcolm’s
Langston’s weary and big sea.
The Saturday night cabaret voice
Singing in the Sunday morning choir.
Sea -deep sorrow.
A saxophone’s moan.
My hopes,
caked on and cracking
like Aunt Minnesota’s
eye shadow.


  1. Posted October 1, 2011 at 1:07 am | #

    STUNNING piece. Simply beautiful response to Charisse’s work. Thank you for this!

  2. Posted October 3, 2011 at 12:49 am | #

    A lovely piece of work. Expressive, full of layers and textures and echoes of Charisse’s words.