Voices on the Wind Obscure Voices
CORNISH INSTITUTE OF ALLIED ARTS by Dick Bakken George is laughing at Catherine on her back for today’s life-drawing ingénues, naked but the lone silvered spike-heel dangling from a toe, that ankle balanced up across her bent knee. So our maestro aims his phono needle down as he laughs perfectly into Gene Autry crooning Irene, goodnight. And you are floated out by such a sudden gust like some snowfallen angel among a glare of bicycles, so blinded with laughter you cannot bliss how dearly two swallows love swoops and rolls they go on looping away over your dancing pencil.