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The Crime Of The Century Podcast
By Matt LoveTechnology
The Crime Of The Century Podcast episodes
- Quiet Room by Lori Yamamotoi meant to saysomething important, something truethe light falls softthe little things we dobut words just stopthe thought becomes a quiet roomsilence waitsfor something to bloomair grows heavythe phrase just breaks in twoa promise losta simple joke for listeningthank you for stayingwhen you could’ve slipped awaylight fades slowthe screen grows dimthank you for tuning inletting my small voice get under your skini was just a thoughta melody, a hopea little conversationat the end of a long ropethank you for joiningsitting with the silence, staying out of the fussthough it’s overthe final notes have been playedi’m so glad we spent this timea memory we made5 min
- 5 min
- I Welcome The Dream by Lori Yamamotodream streetlights huma small haven from the day’s noisei welcome the dreamwhere hearts entwine like shy vinesquiet smiles knowold fears melt into mistour talk sparkleslike a lantern in the hushcafé corner darkcoffee strong as whispered secretsstories spill outwords that waited too longwe sit in silencewatching shadows pass bydirty glass holdsour flickering reflectionsyour fingertip drawsa tiny map on my skini hold the momentthis dream won’t slip awaymorning light wakesa faded memory in my palmi tuck it closewait for the dream to return4 min
- 6 min
- Friday Hush by Lori Yamamotomain street dusk foldsfriday breathes on our sneakerssilence between ustoo soft to name out loudcorner store lights buzzlike fireflies caught in glasswe point at casesbut never decidetape deck heartbeatspress play, press pause, rewind lovemixtape ribbons curlholding feelings we can’t spelleach song a secretpassed hand to hand like candyplastic beads spinclacking the sidewalk rhythmrainbow sticker skytoo bright for grown-up eyessaturday whisperscartoon light on our kneessleepover gigglesbraided into nightneon scrunchiestie up the ends of our hairsecret crush driftsthrough the static of radiopogs spin and clinksmall coins of pretend wartv glow humsour whole world on a screenroller rink lightsspin slow like a snow globe dreamscratched disk sings onskipping but still in tunelunchbox note tuckedbread crust and “see you soon”that was our younga hush we keep breathing6 min
- One Last Cicada Cry by Lori Yamamotoold home dusk foldsinto one last cicada crycardboard boxessmell of rice steam and cedari wave shy byeto a sky not-quite-blueplane hums all nightdreams spill like loose pachinko ballsmorning lands greyypsilanti snow whispersnobody wavessidewalks stare then look awayhello sticks fastto the roof of my mouthsquare peg heart knocksagainst round town’s quiet doorsi smile crookedlaughter falls out upside-downperfect maybethe only song i can humoff-key and softstill it keeps my hands warmstreet signs stand straighti wander diagonal pathsenglish bends strangelike paper cranes in rainthey can’t fool memy crooked thoughts fit just fineinside coat sleeveslined with leftover homeif you see melost between stoplight and lakeplease don’t run offi carry small cookiesfriend-shaped pocketswe can share the lost crumbseven if itmakes no sense, like me4 min
- A Handful of Fireflies by Lori Yamamotoquiet lectureto the handful of firefliesjourney feels odddiscouragement hums lowsome voices off-keystill they sit on the front stepgood or not goodthe porch swing keeps swingingi strum same chordmove one pebble forward slowsing till stars yawnanswers hide in the grasspostcard i mailone stamp, maybe two heartsif i’m luckya single smile is enoughnumbers don’t counthumility tastes like teaswallow the fearwarm cup against cold palmsunder soft mooni try another small tuneplink, step, breathethe night stays politely indifferentwhen luck visitsthey whisper “we knew all along”i nod and blushthey pat the shy cat of hopeeveryone saysyour little tune will arrivedon’t give up yetthe kettle still whistles gentleit’s coming soonthey promise into the duski tuck the wordsinto my cardigan pockettime walks barefootdown the long gravel roadi hum low andmeet it halfway with cookies7 min
- 6 min
- Little Breakfast Questions by Lori Yamamotodo you like baconor sausage curled like a catmaybe both toowrapped in warm blanket tortillaswhy so plain thoughjust flour and sighs on the griddleyogurt looks saddoes it hurt to spoon it upi love baconit crackles like tiny applausethank you for earsthey catch my silly crumbsmovies save usfrom thinking too hard before noondrop-in surpriseleave the dishes for laterpush and pull softlike toast popping up shylyuh… you nudged usand the butter melted quickkitchen gigglestiny sun through gingham skybreakfast ends sweetcrumbs stay for the birds5 min
- A Peacock Tale by Lori Yamamotoearth hums rust lowa slow bloom under our feetleaning light standswhere the gray starts to tearquiet peeks outlike a mouse from the wallplume eye blinks blueone, two, many shy sapphiresfeather asks skyhow many blues can fit here?slide, split, spiraleach curl a held breathfive little beadscrimson, indigo, old brasswe are the loombut the loom is also uscracks sing tinythe only honest musicwire inside humstight as a clothesline in windi feel it humagainst the drum of my ribslanguage too softfor ears, only for skinwe strum the hushsky yawns, lets the note golast feather fallsa sigh lighter than papertail becomes windbrushing the empty groundash, echo, gonewe melt back into morningpeacock is aironly the quiet remains4 min
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