In the cull of Winter’s chill, the slap crack of whip on a frozen lake, sounds; in new dawns lies a snowmelt warmth, a melancholy turned.

Spray the wind did, her bite thrashing a cheek and icy hook tears thru unblocked raw “I’ll turn back.”, I say Pointing from directions explored “Where warmth once was, waits…” “You see, the funny thing: the mind a blockade makes.” … Continue reading →

The wind whips thru the leafless trees, rushing, with the whistle and woosh, coldly rasping by nook and in cranny. Tapping on the window in counterpoint with the clock hand tick tocking a language intertwined and corkscrewed toward the interplay, … Continue reading →

I know there’s not a wide reader base here, and if you don’t know, I’ve had the honor of playing in this guy’s band, putting out his records, listening to his brilliant songwriting, and above all calling him a friend. … Continue reading →