Stop Headlight Blinding - July 16, 2008
Does anyone care?
Don Alberts: Journal
Books- - March 24, 2008
"A Diary of the Underdogs" http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/a-diary-of-the-underdogs/6508212
"Small Unrested Desires" Now in wide distribution.
http://www.lulu.com/content/99428 "Ancient Warrior" Poetry-1995 to 2005
http://www.lulu.com/content/1219572 New Poetry: "Absolute Time"
http://www.lulu.com/content/902738 "Play Melancholy Baby" Short fiction.
http://www.lulu.com/content/432346
http://www.lulu.com/content/99428 "Ancient Warrior" Poetry-1995 to 2005
http://www.lulu.com/content/1219572 New Poetry: "Absolute Time"
http://www.lulu.com/content/902738 "Play Melancholy Baby" Short fiction.
http://www.lulu.com/content/432346
Bad Boys - November 27, 2007
"Bad Boys" Russo-Alberts Trio-New CD will be published the first week on July. Be sure to get yours. Featuring: Don Alberts, Don Russo and Art (Shakai) Lewis. You will find it on CD baby and at many download sites. Excellent! www.chillhousemusic.com
www.simsroadmusic.com
Sister site - June 21, 2007
Don't forget to visit our sister site at: www.chillhousemusic.com
There you will find CD's to buy and Downloads of song for iPods.
New DVD - June 21, 2007
"Russo-Alberts Trio Live at Kuumbwa" This new DVD is set to hit the TV airways on Public Access TV in the Half Moon Bay and Monterey area. Stay tuned!
Jazz Composition Volume 8 - June 21, 2007
New book-"Don Alberts Original Jazz Compositions Vol. 8" in now available at lulu.com
Order now and have shipped to your door. www.lulu.com/donalberts
Order now and have shipped to your door. www.lulu.com/donalberts
New Poetry-"Absolute Time" - June 21, 2007
The new poetry collection from Don Alberts is available now at lulu.com Follow the link to get yours.
http://www.lulu.com/content/902738
http://www.lulu.com/content/902738
169 Russians - March 22, 2007
169 Russians
The ordinary skies held soft clouds
and a lazy sun dozing over the hills
with the sounds of children’s voices
home from school,
on an ordinary afternoon...
A quiet among the lifting
of souls from earth to heaven...
169 Russian passengers
carefully finding their way up
on an ordinary afternoon...
between the white clouds, edging past,
their grim despondent faces and torn clothing,
mothers towing children along by the hand,
not seeing, not looking,
not feeling, anymore...
And why do I see them..
a shuddering possibility
that I need to know of this...
Have I felt them because
I cannot lightly accept
the news of such terrible loss
with mildness...
And that I have often felt my tears
with a single soldier’s death,
and that no life is justified to take...
The passengers have gone now,
all have crossed the weightless sky
as my tears blur the sun
to splinters of rainbows..
The determined one in front
was the pilot, clenched fists
and torn epaulets,
knees up running, the way
Superman leapt over tall buildings
into the sky...
Everything would be done today,
the intake of names, the orientation,
and a blanket for each one, a place to rest...
and tomorrow the search for relatives...
then a hot bath and one of those
long white robes before
going to the meeting...
And why have they crossed my heaven,
past my cedar trees and fresh Jasmin,
my hummingbirds, and the pear tree,
through my soft clouds,
where the sun shatters the light
through my eyes
to broken glass...
Together they glide along
huddled and collected,
down a long white hallway,
until I can no longer follow,
and I lose them with
my lack of privileges...
And now the children are singing,
and there is laughter,
on an ordinary afternoon...
Don Rio August 2006
The ordinary skies held soft clouds
and a lazy sun dozing over the hills
with the sounds of children’s voices
home from school,
on an ordinary afternoon...
A quiet among the lifting
of souls from earth to heaven...
169 Russian passengers
carefully finding their way up
on an ordinary afternoon...
between the white clouds, edging past,
their grim despondent faces and torn clothing,
mothers towing children along by the hand,
not seeing, not looking,
not feeling, anymore...
And why do I see them..
a shuddering possibility
that I need to know of this...
Have I felt them because
I cannot lightly accept
the news of such terrible loss
with mildness...
And that I have often felt my tears
with a single soldier’s death,
and that no life is justified to take...
The passengers have gone now,
all have crossed the weightless sky
as my tears blur the sun
to splinters of rainbows..
The determined one in front
was the pilot, clenched fists
and torn epaulets,
knees up running, the way
Superman leapt over tall buildings
into the sky...
Everything would be done today,
the intake of names, the orientation,
and a blanket for each one, a place to rest...
and tomorrow the search for relatives...
then a hot bath and one of those
long white robes before
going to the meeting...
And why have they crossed my heaven,
past my cedar trees and fresh Jasmin,
my hummingbirds, and the pear tree,
through my soft clouds,
where the sun shatters the light
through my eyes
to broken glass...
Together they glide along
huddled and collected,
down a long white hallway,
until I can no longer follow,
and I lose them with
my lack of privileges...
And now the children are singing,
and there is laughter,
on an ordinary afternoon...
Don Rio August 2006