Tears So close to the edge They nestle against Nothing And the fabric of something that wants to work its way out Love Has come undone Willing the bliss of tears To become Tending Belt Up your midsection and Belt Out the blissfulness Short of tears You will love Fluidly Fabulously Finally ~ spontaneously composed by […]
Death, like a vigilant watchman seems everywhere these days. From its cold November gatehouse and portcullis, It disseminates a reign of sinister and sudden end. Without warning, it reveals the hidden underbelly of life which is also its polar opposition. Do not be fooled by the edges of light that seem to filter through the
Color Music is a way of creating color in sound waves. Where I live, it is Autumn. That means that color is everywhere. The cooler air is colored differently, diffusing sunlight and moonlight in ways that seem to decorate everything we can see with our human eyes. Majestic sunsets turn more vibrant than ever in Autumn’s
Whatever I am right now, I have created out of the raw materials given to me. Every time I fall, I learn to walk and then fly. Every time I am silenced, I learn to speak and then sing. Every time I mourn, I find my smiles are truer and bigger the next time they
Common rhetoric about how to succeed on social media/networking includes something about “engagement”. As an example, I had a recent chat with John Lusher on Twitter about an article that included a headline and statements about engaging in order to increase your Twitter connections. Here’s the chat (Click on the time/date in John’s tweet to
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Please click here read my updated views on Patreon. Patronage Everyone who becomes a patron is royalty. Everyone who receives patronage is an artist. Well, that’s an idyllic concept of “patron of the arts” anyway. Certainly, in my eyes, being a patron of the arts is a beautiful way to further beauty and creativity in
I didn’t see her fall the first time By the time I saw her lying there Two other passersby had Already stopped to give her aid I stopped my car with a jolt Pressed the four-way flashers And leapt into the street I could tell by the stress in the helpers’ voices The first fall had
There is a new version of this song! I hope you’ll also give it a listen and read the rest of the story in this post: Quake – a song revisited. Loma Prieta I still remember the day vividly in my imagination. Only weeks prior to that day, I had moved into an apartment in
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Each entry Onto the stage Is another chance To step up To who I am Becoming. Neither Theatre Nor life Are a competition With the other Beautiful Actors on the Real or Metaphorical Stage. However much I may strive to Memorize my lines, The next entrance Will always in so Many ways Be another improvisation, Another
I’ve been working on a number of music recording projects over the past year. In the middle of several of them, I had a technical issue with Avid Pro Tools which I’ve been using for over a decade as my DAW (Digital Audio Workstation). The expense and hassle of resolving the issue was so frustrating that I
