Friends, here’s another poem inspired by this past weekend’s cabin stay. I’ll let you take in the piece without filling-in too much, but I must say, isn’t a world of wide-open possibility so much more exciting than one of harsh absolutes? I hope you enjoy the poem. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated!
We park the car outside the cabin and step into the chilly night, our heads swimming from too many samples from the local winery
The smell of sulfur hangs heavy in the air, the source hidden among the trees
A guttural howl heard the night before was enough to send you scurrying indoors
We put the kids to bed, pour ourselves a drink and sit beneath a blanket on the back-porch swing
I take a deep breath of cold, now-clean smelling air and swirl my whiskey around its glass, your head resting on my shoulder
A few moments later, another howl from somewhere in the distance sends coyotes into hysterics
I smile, pushing aside every rational explanation that comes to mind, opting instead,
Friends, I hope that February has been kind so far. I’m back with a new Album of the Week selection for your listening pleasure. This week, we let the soulful voice of Van Morrison take us away with this hidden gem of an album.
Veedon Fleece, for my money, belongs in the same conversation as Astral Weeks as one of Morrison’s most thrilling, mysterious, and consistent works. It’s not an album that I see mentioned when Morrison’s work is written about, and this borders on criminal.
So, friends, I think it’s time we pull this forgotten masterpiece from the dusty shelf and lay it in the bright light of morning. Grab your earbuds, take a stroll through town or your neighborhood, and let Van’s piano and voice wash over you. You’ll thank me later.
Veedon Fleece is available on all streaming services as well as available wherever music is sold. Enjoy!
After a lovely weekend spent in the shade of great pines, I can’t help but feel a bit out of place as I try and reenter the flow of life as I know it—a kind of hangover. I’m sure there’s a clever term for it that I’m not remembering. Oh well. I have for you today a free verse piece inspired by my reflections on the previous week. I hope you enjoy it.
The sunlight shining through this pint of beer reminds me that church can be held anywhere two or more assemble
I have faith to spare in what's proven durable, like this love of ours. This immutable spark between us that threatens to set any room we share
I write to you now from a cabin in the Ouachita National Forest. Outside, cold rain falls steadily through the pines, and all my favorite folk tunes flood my mind. I wanted to capture something of the moment. Thank you for your continued support and encouragement.
Indescribable relief came over me when I saw that the cabin nearest ours was unoccupied
I've come to disappear, but my daughter is terrified of unfamiliar toilets, and the showerhead won't stop dripping
The porch swing creaks as if it could give-way any second, but you know my hand will remain in yours
and in that split-second we fall, I'll give a lifetimes thought to the anger I feel at the limitations of my vocabulary.
We’ll land on the pillowy laughter of our children, and we’ll be left red-assed and redder-faced,
Before I dive headfirst into this weekend, I’ve another fresh-out-of-the-oven, free verse piece for your enjoyment. Again, the current goal is to keep the channel wide open. What’s meant to come will come. Warts and all!
Friends, Happy Thursday! I’ve for you today a free verse piece born of the moment, and by that, I mean, created at the moment I wrote this post. It will stand as an exercise in not overthinking things and being a conduit for whatever might come through. Here it is, wild-eyed and kicking like crazy. Enjoy!
Friends, I hope you’re having a wonderful week. Wednesday blew in on an icy breeze and brought with it this free verse piece inspired by my strange fascination with hotel artwork. As random a subject as I can imagine! I hope you enjoy it!
Friends, I return with a new Album of the Week pick for your listening pleasure. This week, we dive headfirst into Songs of Leonard Cohen, the debut album from the master himself. The album is a stark, brilliant collection of songs that will melt you to your seat with its timelessness and authority.
Leonard was a limited musician and considered a limited but powerful vocalist, but his words rise above these limitations and wrap themselves around you. They are as wildly alive today as when released so many years ago. I encourage each of you to make time for this record. Give it the attention it deserves and have your faith rewarded.
Songs of Leonard Cohen is available on all streaming services as well as available wherever music is sold. Enjoy!
Friends, I was reminded recently of this free verse piece from my debut poetry collection. I hadn’t thought of it in some time. I thought it would be nice to share it here. Feedback is appreciated!
God’s House & the Lone Coyote:
The steam from my coffee
fogs up the small panes of glass
in the backdoor.
I often stand here in the morning,
staring out at the frozen world.
Chain link separates our backyard
and an empty field.
Beyond the field, a firehouse
and a church.
I wish it were just the field.
I guess I’m thankful
is no more than
a hundred yards
away at any moment,
in the neighborhood
should do wonders for
my property value.
I watch a lone
coyote make his way
across the frozen grass
the back fence.
He pauses and
looks back the way he came,
as if reconsidering the choice
that brought him here.
Eventually, he carries on.
I sip my coffee.
The morning sun ascends.
The world turns.