Open Mic

Like poetry in the dark, whispers that bring resonance of mystery and magic, of dancing and a light not deeply obscured by filters and cattle prods and the empty promises of a sound you want to hear that leads nowhere But the sound is so lovely and sound is so lovely and how could sound … Continue reading Open Mic


An ode… of all the seeds that have been planted, the layers of time, my intended script to traverse them. I pick up an end, I lay a hook, I transcend and descend between them. Above is the coursing meaning to make or withhold, below the roots tumble and twist into earths night soil, seeking … Continue reading Forthcoming