Friday, December 29, 2017

Friday, December 22, 2017

Monday, December 18, 2017

Monday, December 11, 2017

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Friday, November 24, 2017

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Friday, November 10, 2017

Thursday, November 9, 2017

After Space: A Round of Yorkshire Gold





THE STARS RESUME THEIR DANCE.* THANK GOODNESS.

*CLICK HERE TO READ ABOUT THEIR PREVIOUS STATE.




Sunday, November 5, 2017

Friday, October 27, 2017

Friday, October 20, 2017

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Friday, October 6, 2017

Sunday, October 1, 2017

The Space, The Wait of a Written Song


On such a run of songwriting, I was. For months those heavenly bodies dip-danced beyond my window to the tune of the constant ticking in my head of some song being nurtured. Unhurried as the stars that seemingly sit but are not seen come morning, my writing process is a slow one, and thus often relegates a song to dwell beautifully in the back of my mind. Somewhere. Certain. Willing. Teasing. Ticking.

After Wednesday’s end came the day when I had to release myself from songwriting. Why? To keep space clear and away from some attentive listening I looked forward to. To really listen to something is to absorb it, inevitably. And there exists a fear of influences affecting the writing. There are only so many melodies to be made, after all. So the clearance sought was necessary. Stars are seen as glorious not only by their light, but also by the space between them.

Then there was the following day. So came the unease. The emptiness of no effort in song, recognized, and the heavens rolled by with no sound. That ticking in my mind was indeed found to be fulfilling. Without it? Dread. 

Oh to listen to another’s ticks!

But I am loyal

Ill as I am without you, to my muse I say, “Wait for me. Soon the stars will dance again to our song.”


Friday, September 29, 2017

Friday, September 22, 2017

Friday, September 15, 2017

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Friday, September 1, 2017

Monday, August 28, 2017

Friday, August 18, 2017

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Friday, August 4, 2017

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Saturday, July 29, 2017

To Tomorrow's Look


Yesterday 
   because of

Today 
   in spite of

Who?

And tomorrow?

Who?




Friday, July 28, 2017

Monday, July 24, 2017

Friday, July 14, 2017

Friday, July 7, 2017

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Friday, June 16, 2017

Friday, June 9, 2017

Friday, June 2, 2017

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Monday, May 22, 2017

Friday, May 12, 2017

Friday, April 28, 2017

Friday, April 21, 2017

Monday, April 17, 2017

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Lost a Tree

Earlier today, lost that front yard tree.

The grind of an electric axe screeched through my bedroom window, and I thought it too close to hail from a neighbor's place. I was right. Awoke. Looked out the window. There--where heavenly congregations of dark-eyed juncos used to sit-sing grace--an empty space. What once was a hallowed perch now lined the street curb in chop measured pieces of 3 piles slain.




Sunday, March 26, 2017

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Friday, January 27, 2017