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A metal plate in his head,

he had survived deployment to the battle zone.

His purple heart meant that he had suffered head injury 

defending his country: a war hero of WWI,

his mind crowded with dreams of recriminating guilt,

visions, nightmares, clanging medals for bravery, 

memories of dead bodies and body parts,

he returned home from a war that he did not fully understand.

No one really knew the bulk of what went through his mind. 

Once a brave warrior who had faced and overcome insurmountable danger,


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Certain bodies give off a distinctive odor, 

a quick puff or slight gust, 

a special inauspicious whiff. 

The bleak ammonia aroma waft of death, 

part rot, 

part mildew, 

part ferment, 

spew-puke odor from an aura, 

the stench from day-old Atlantic fished herring heads, 

and uncooked-cooking chicken decaying, 

stuffed and captive in a hot garbage bin. 

Aged still from distinctive old-person body chemistry, 

babies notice well that certain aged smell, 

a ripened hell, they can tell. 

Shying away they swiggle, wiggle and…

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Dust devil 

by Jeri Brown 

Tale spinner, 

intent to ensnare 

my fluff, humoring, 

agitating and vexing me. 

You get to me, visible, 

without relief. 

Common, maddened attraction, 

I abhor your invasion to my senses 

as you unload powdery earth 

sweeping tattered remnants wiping. 

You are still there hiding. 


Hurled and thrown down stairs, 

tucked in corners in sly cryptic places, 

languished in door-way crevices of cunning sinister scheme, 

I scoff as your poorly concealed presence…

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Zola and the Sirens  

Zola and the Sirens : Jan 23, 2020

by Jeri Brown 

In a timeless place on the small Zina island up north lay Zola, 

a large lake near Nova Scotia coastal shore, 

three siren sisters took the form of mermaids, 

beautiful humans above the waist, 

fish below with human head and arm. 

Surrounded by an elongated sheet of shallow water a mile long, 

the wide island gently curved a dune of fine white sand. 

During the season smooth sand lilies between the bay and the lake. 

Strange bulbs buried in the…

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Some vocal improvisation of Jeri 

>Here are you tube links to a few VOCAL IMPROVISATION VIDEOS I have done for Jongleur Productions:
Sun Song with Leon Thomas:
Come, Come And Play With Me | Wandering Love | | Fresh Start | The Moment I Look At You | Bohemia After Dark | Moonray

Jeri Brown Master Class/Jazz Choir Nov. 28 Concert  

In the illustrious international Oscar Peterson Concert Hall, an entire day was spent instructing supervising and directing 25 talented singers, instrumentalists and audio recording technicians for an evening concert on a very icy cold night in Montreal to a good, warm audience!  Mic technique, stage presence, and interaction with rhythm section was my focus during the day. Long day - but well worth it!