Some people just don’t Get interdependence. Imagine for a moment that The one person who could Keep the earth from spinning Into an inferno is an infant. Now, imagine that one of her parents Has died in a terrible persecution In her land of origin. There is no way for them To survive here, so […]
When the news came About your fever I was scared. I feared first for you, For your mama, And your gran’mama. How could your tiny Body With its tiny fingers, Toes, eyes, lips, and tongue Stand against such an ailment. Nonna was frightened too, But she did not pause. When the call came she ran
Snowy weather inspires me. Though I am often in the minority, I love winter. Playing in the snow is a favorite pastime when it’s possible. So, when a dear friend of mine asked to interview me, I found myself returning several times to the theme of winter. One of her questions was about the scene
Someone will say there is nothing New here. And that is fine. Let them say it. You can know your insides Without having to argue a case For them. You can trudge through snow Like a determined deer Or swim even when you Need to rise to the surface for air. You have shown how
Inspiration What inspires you? What makes you feel creative and want to “make stuff up”? Among my fans, one of the favorite albums of piano improvisations was inspired by the paintings of a single artist. “Painting Piano” is one of my best-selling albums and I chalk that up to the inspiration from Katrina Morse. No matter
Peregrine not lost just meandering finding first seeking second Whatever the pathway it will be found Wings pounding air ka-kah! The cry goes out mournful it seems filled with bitter longing Fastening on to its prey my prey the inner prey of anger and betrayal I will hunt it down I will cry out in
Dance This lyrics (and music) by Stan Stewart spontaneously composed on January 14, 2016 Copyright © 2016, 2017 by Stan Stewart & muz4now, inc. All rights reserved. Maybe it’s an instinct That rises from shame. Maybe it’s a cradle That rocks me to tame My pretty paranoia That would free me from pain. I don’t
I ride the path in the early morning. No humans intersect my meanderings. Gnats, mosquitoes, and those venomous white flies Bite at my shoulders and ankles. If I were to succumb to the thoughts of the day I would quickly be suctioned into the whirlpool of Jobless, isolated despair. Yet today, for reasons I cannot express
Silence: My friends variously tell me to keep quiet and to boisterously express Both my fear and my anxious, soapbox warnings. If I could speak and keep passionate positivity in the foreground I would speak. But silence is the better part for me. To say what I believe would be to alienate half the population
Today’s post is by guest blogger, David Milsont. We found each other through Twitter where you can follow him to find out what else he’s up to these days. 3 Tips for boosting your musical improvisation Click To Tweet For any avid musician, improving your improvisation skills remains extremely crucial. A true improviser is
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