The Cosmic Symphony
I hear the cosmic symphony and marvel at the score.
With God the composer, and nature the conductor,
I believe there is magic in the stars
Codex Continuum
Music Videos
These songs are not related to a longer
narrative story series, though each has a
blurb fiction tale to tell.
SparowHawk
The hawk commanded the valley sky.
Defiant, a sparrow saw the hawk and darted from crag to crevice.
The chicks need to feed. The hawk be damned.
From the Song and Story series: Flash fiction.
Lady In Red
The lady in red is back, and living on the Sunset Strip.
Her street ends at the ocean.
His ends at her door.
Featured in: Song and Story Series: Lady In Red, Flash fiction
I made my first set of drums from 5-gallon buckets filled with various levels of water. Add a stand-up lamp post as a cymbal and you bet the neighbors loved that.
I was eight when I got my first guitar, but my sister sat on it. So, I switched to the drums. They were made to beat on. I figured they’d hold up to the challenge. One day, I was doing a good paying gig with a honky-tonk piano player. We had the barefoot crowd all worked up, and they were dancing, and drinking, and spinning, and… a big lady fell into my drums. Thanks to my policy of not drinking on the job, I had the cat-like reflexes to survive the friendly assault.
The drums? Wasted.
A road musician’s life is a strange life. One of the fun things about it is the intimacy with the crowd. One of the bad things about it – is the intimacy with the crowd.
Writing is a fascinating journey for some. For others, it bores them outa their skulls. I still have dusty boxes from way back when. I must be allergic to dust, ’cause I haven’t gone thru them.
Lyric videos from
if words were whispers
book and accompanying CD/stream.
Available in August 2019 from all the usual conspirators.
Mac is a broken man in so many ways. Time may help, but time is stingy and always too short. His life was a gift, tied with a ribbon and bow.
Go ahead.
Open the box.
There are legends so old even the believers no longer remember. From deep in the past a secret has been sheltered on Earth, a secret which could shatter the fragile interstellar alliance of two great worlds.
Love should win out in the end,
if the ‘verse is just,
if the heart remembers,
if the legends left a clue,
if the wind would whisper a name.
Hold too tight and you’ll break it, too loose and it gets away. It’s like trying to catch a falling egg or hold onto a waking dream. One moment it’s there in your hands, the next, it’s a whisper on the wind.
What can you do
but smile and let go?