Words

Ghosts

I took this photo at the place in the park where J and I always used to go. The structure is the peak of the old grade school building where...

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From the archives: RIP Music

There are moments of unmistakeable finality, moments when you just know it’s over.  I’ve had a few. One that quickly comes to mind is when I sold my first house and...

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Love Letter

Let me try to take you to the place where I grew up (such that I ever have...

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C’est la vie

The last series of posts have been dominated by the theme of grief. I had originally intended to continue the series for as many days as I continued to grieve...

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the great equalizer

For most of my life I've been involved in musical creativity - making my own, and trying to be aware of what others are creating as well. Since the advent...

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Standup

an uneasy circle of combatantswicked blades at the readystand poker faced staringcutthroat into cold eyes bland words, empty and pointlessbut carefully chosenmask heightened sensesthey are birds of prey circlingwatching for weaknesspredatory...

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2 am

2 am soft whirring of the ceiling fan only crickets hold the silence at bay in the darkness outside the faint yellow light leaking from the kitchen window. unmindful, night moves toward morning, August toward September, as if...

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A Vampire’s View

The vampire doesn't often look in mirrors but happened to idly glance in one that morning. He didn't like who he saw. It couldn't have been his reflection… he's giving...

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