Monthly archives: November, 2016

Background Music

The music that is coming from the ground in the back. My back? The back yard? The back 40? What is behind us. Our ancestral music. The music of where we have come from. There is no such thing as “Background Music”, unless we redefine it in this way. The old way of saying this…


Walk the Long Road

walk the long road but run if you can long ago the seeds were sewn this tiny fire we will fan standing rock will stand for you it’s the only place to stand if your heart is true wherever you are if you hear me then stand up right now because you are not free…


Giant of Darkness

Bringing in the last of the wood for the season, these trunks are dragons that will breathe their fire into our home forge to slowly anneal us through the cold winter months. While cutting and pulling these logs in, I was writing a song about a leader with no leadership, such a shameful time (among…


homeless

Late at night, the pounding of my heart. I am in a comfortable room with things I love all around me, yet I am alone. The coyotes sing out there high wailing grief, even they hate to kill. Which one of us is homeless? Don’t answer. We both know the truth.