Three months strong for three little lines! As I’ve said before they’re part of my morning routine now and enjoy this writing exercise. I’m proud of them all, even the bad ones. You can follow them daily on Twitter. If you missed them or if you’re not on Twitter, you can read them below. March 31 Always falling stumbling breathing standing shaking nerves because of you March 30 I cannot … Continue reading March Haikus
As Pantera sang in, “Walk” … is there no standard anymore? Well, truth be told yes but also no. This post is for all the dads out there with little girls or even teen girls. A bit of wisdom from a daughter who was reminded of standards on a rainy autumn night. To the Dads I know who have little girls. You may not feel like … Continue reading Is there No Standard Anymore?
A Ghost in the Raindrop A ghost in the raindrop Lives within clear walls Unseen by all but only seen when it falls A ghost in the raindrop Tears down wicked walls Unheard at all but only heard when it hits on tin A ghost in the raindrop Collects in the cracks of walls Unfelt by all but only felt when it touches skin A ghost in the … Continue reading A Ghost in the Raindrop
Three little lines with a minimum of seventeen syllables have become my morning routine. I rather enjoy this writing exercise. Some move me while some are not so great but I’m writing every day and that’s all that really matters to me. You can follow them daily on Twitter. If you missed them or if you’re not on Twitter, you can read them below. I had fun … Continue reading February Haikus
The photograph by Jessica Sartini of two crows inspired this poem and another I will publish later as it’s not quite finished. When I saw the photo, I absolutely fell in love with it. I have had a fascination with crows as long as I can remember. I look up at the sky often in search of the constellation Corvus, remembering mythical tales I read from my … Continue reading Two Crows
Empty park Pigeons chattering What do they say? Are they concerned it’s empty Or do they have no care at all Restless soul A mouse skitters by Running from prey to safety Laughter in the distance Insincere Rustling wind through leaves Quieting the soul Drifting into the blues Falling into the abyss of sleep written 1/26/17 Continue reading Park Bench Blues
I was reading “The Portable Jack Kerouac” and stumbled upon his “western haikus” (he kept to the 3 lines vs the traditional 5/7/5 syllables per line). I remember in grade school learning and writing haikus and loving them. It kind of gave me inspiration that morning on my commute to write one every day.. So inspired by Kerouac, I wrote a daily western haiku for Twitter. If you … Continue reading Haikus: January 2017
One month down eleven more to go. Not that I’m rushing 2017 through. So far so good. Sitting down and listening to all the songs again, I feel that the theme or message of January was about loving, being there, standing up for what you believe in and never giving up. That’s what I took away from all the songs. It’s not like the Universe … Continue reading Songs of My Life: January 2017
An empty sadness filled the train station Maybe the gray clouds filled their souls With a heavy rain of emotions Soulless bodies passed by Ghosts on the transit Were they returning to their graves Or leaving them one final time One by one Head down In sadness? In shame? Staring at screens, looking for life Receiving only static and dead air Unfulfilling lives Momentary lapse … Continue reading Ghosts on the Train
“How you spend this little dance with destiny, that’s up to you but when you find your band, you find your band…” ~ Phil, ROADIES I’ve been searching for the right words to express exactly how I am feeling right now and I can’t. There’s this lump in my throat that I will let the music down. And I’ve already let it down. I am sorry … Continue reading An Ode to Cameron Crowe