May 23, 2013 § Leave a Comment
i have often wondered what event put me on this particular path– the path my life has taken. and i feel the answer is one of the first memories of my mom.
this memory is not my first memory. that first memory comes from 11 may 1973. i was two-and-a-half years old then. no, this memory comes much later.
i invite you to listen to this story, this event. it is where i will begin telling you about me, and my life.
and if you have any questions, please ask me.
May 15, 2013 § 4 Comments
I am going to post new podcasts to this page very soon. Before, we used ReverbNation. However, they began to over charge for basic services– above our agreed contract price.
Begining next week you will see a new design, new photos, new poetry, and new podcasts.
Thank you for your support.
May 9, 2013 § 1 Comment
a sharpening helix of beak
strapped below egg eyes
hem the downshifting west
the pinion outstretched
songs in cleated suede
cross hatched for flying
an acorn intuits itself
like a stone below a ripple
in the twigs of your hand
a generous breath of perspective
clarifies a downpour of intricacy
as a flap cracks the air
May 6, 2013 § 6 Comments
She was a darker beauty.
Not in the way in which others are.
Not with porcelain skin..
Or eyes as deep as the sea..
With hair that flows in the wind..
Or fashion of the latest trend..
But in a darker manner.
With eyes darker than night..
And skin bronze in the light..
With lips, red and fragile..
And clothes dripping in blood..