Love the second shot of the urchin up-ended. Your mp3, which I label as Phantom Jazz@2:42 really put a tingle into my Sunday morning. I have been sending you copies of my cinemagenic poems, up to scene ten now, and I fantasize that you will be doing the score, of course. Your music today started me thinking, since you combine musical forms so brilliantly, that the theme for LOVE HURTS will be a hot jazz piece with blues slide guitar included, and maybe some harmonica too.

Following is the Shapiro prose poem the world awaits:

Seaside Welcome Wagon

I’d been up and traveling since 4:45am,
gritty New York City time.
Fifteen hours later,
at my body clock equivalent of 8pm,
I was thrilled to be walking
on the deck to my front door,
located more than a bit beyond
the opposite coast.

I looked down.
A gift.
From a gull.
Who, in my five-day absence,
decided to open a sushi restaurant
on my premises.
Looks like the meal was wonderful.

I get fresh sea urchin
delivered right to my doorstep.
I tell you, this is
one sophisticated island.

Alex Shapiro