Tag: music

A Better World: Poetry in Song

Let’s consider changing the ways in which we have chosen to live…

Nine Machetes and an Earring

When I was a boy, one of the things I loved most was a collection of 45-records, passed on to my Grandma Ruth from her dad’s jukebox and pinball machine distribution business based in Silverton, a small Oregon town in the Willamette valley an…

A Tribute to the Ashokan Farewell

Of a Particular Piece of North American Music                       (Ashokan Farewell, Jay Ungar, 1982) Listen to the Ashokan Farewell   Its first       utterances     stir me, open, display, flatten      me, as if            I were a…

The Dream Before by Laurie Anderson

Laurie Anderson The Dream Before ~    She said, What is history? And he said, History is an angel Being blown Backwards Into the future He said: History is a pile of debris And the angel wants to go back and fix things To…

Discovering The Beatles

The first time I remember noticing the Beatles in a substantial way was in 1990.  I was sixteen, in the car with my step-dad Paul. My mother was fast-approaching the losing side of a battle against breast cancer, and on one of many two-hour…

Song Lines

Listen. A voice inside you is singing. You are following your song lines, you are singing the world and the land into being as you walk upon it. We are surrounded by teachers: the path we take, the wind, the people on the street,…

Noe’s Theme Song

If the character Noe, from my fantasy novel, ever had a theme song…this is it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFGvmrJ5rjM Breathe me — sia Breathe me by sia with lyrics

America

Walt Whitman, where are your hymns, your patriotic prayers?  Beatniks, circle back around with your feverish daydreams.  I myself ached for America.  Gave her my number but she never called. So I quit college after a year, swapped formal education for sunburn and highway…

Wedding Song of the Faeries

My heart shines from its place in my breast, a candle in a mist-bound wood, to know you’re not like all the rest, to sing your name soft as I could. To sing of sage and stout tealeaves while we roll among the heather,…

Dear Diary

Dear diary.  Rainy morning, early, dreary.  The light coming through the window was the loveliest I’ve ever seen.  You can lose yourself in Desire’s grasping eyes, her flowing robes and hair.  She took me on a wooden ship and showed me unbearable things.  Now…

%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this: