How the days unfurled unexpected and just hung there in the light.
inspiration
The view from my window
But if you put yourself in the eyes of the audience would it change what you do onstage?
Quiet choir for midwinter mornings
The end of the world or start of a weekend when everyone’s away.
Nowhere else to be
Days the world just settles in around you.
Poem for the days
They don’t matter, most of the days. Don’t matter because we squander them the same as water down the drain thinking there will always be more. The ones we remember are for good or bad reasons but the truth is,… Read More ›
“Believe”
I grind my teeth at night, I clench my jaws what’s troubling me, beneath the surface? big, prehistoric fish swimming low? my fears, my desires, combined to one? you clench your jaws for all you want to say but cannot,… Read More ›
First time hearing Can with my percussionist friend, Loren
How many memories do you keep in a jar on that shelf? Here’s one from my 20s, driving across a bridge at night with the stereo up loud. Were we out of our minds high on the energy of our… Read More ›
