Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Rhett The Lovers’ Chronicle Dear Muse, a moment before ever words, hear pronounced, repeat on lips quenched from needed attention now this impetus of hope no more trouble within, needs be faced in the bosom of with as is, and nothin’ else everything […]
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The Lovers’ Chronicle 30 December – why – art by Louis-Jean-François Lagrenée – verse by Rudyard Kipling
Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Rhett The Lovers’ Chronicle Dear Muse, yes, a fine question the night happenin’, cool, full moon illumes, words all powerful i craft hopin’ the answer lies within to you an offerin’ i seem to possess and am possessed of where i would be, […]
The Lovers’ Chronicle 27 December – payin’ – art by Hermann-Paul – verse by Charles Olson
Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Rhett The Lovers’ Chronicle Dear Muse, layin’ here naked with, words not necessary now lost in touch hands movin’ across the curve of your hip yours movin’ over my arms the only sound, aside from passion, the occasional street traffic noise from peachtree […]
The Lovers’ Chronicle 25 December – Happy/Merry/Bahumbug Y’all! – waitin’ – art by Hans von Bartels
Dear Zazie Lee, Happy Holidays from all of us at the ranch. Mac Tag is headed off to the mountains. Jett is spendin’ it with his kids. Me, I am stayin’ here at the ranch. Hope you have a Merry Christmas! Rhett Dear Muse, found what i wanted not under the tree, actually, there was no […]
The Lovers’ Chronicle 24 December – not the same – art by Wilhelm Marstrand – verse by Matthew Arnold & Émile Nelligan- Premiere of Verdi’s Aida
Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chroncile from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Have you tried to replace someone only to find it is not the same? Rhett The Lovers’ Chronicle Dear Muse, no, it is not there has not been anything like this the story and the verse continue after all that has happened we […]
The Lovers’ Chronicle 23 December – what matters – Emma by Jane Austen – birth of Norman Maclean – art by Nancy Graves
Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge. Who or what matters to you? Rhett The Lovers’ Chronicle Dear Muse, how appropriate our song, the song of the day for what else does you hear from me in tones sincere, you know who i am you understand […]
The Lovers’ Chronicle 22 December – somethin’ – birth of Puccini – verse by Kenneth Rexroth – art by Jean-Michel Basquiat
Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Who holds your heart? Rhett The Lovers’ Chronicle Dear Muse, leanin’ towards, the easin’ venerates this pale face to the awakenin’ listen to the music in the distance clear night with chord changes, and awareness ripples through to the rhythms of our […]
The Lovers’ Chronicle 19 December – ma vie – birth of Italo Svevo & Édith Piaf
Dear Zazie, Today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Are these days halcyon days for you? Rhett The Lovers’ Chronicle Dear Muse, non, je ne regrette rien… keeps echoin’ about no longer waitin’ to be taken back the pull of solitude and routine are strong but the effort is worth it to find again […]
The Lovers’ Chronicle 18 December – transition – art by Paul Klee
Dear Zazie, Here is the Lovers’ Chronicle for today from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Whose words are important to you? Are their words enough? Rhett The Lovers’ Chronicle Dear Muse, as time passes i welcome, you solo sonatas make me smile but i welcome this duet reflectin’ on the future of choice to make you […]
The Lovers’ Chronicle 16 December – La Carrozzo dei Fantasmi – birth of Jane Austen – art by Wassily Kandinsky
Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Rhett The Lovers’ Chronicle Dear Muse, give yourself wholly, seek solace in every reflection, resolve against ever settlin’ for ordinary to hear those lines which drive, pronounced with such clarity i did not then know what it was to feel had i […]
