Our parents give us names that might give us greatness, names that might give us fame.
Years...in letters.
Our parents give us wisdom that might save us, might learn us before the lessons falls hard.
Years...in sentences.
And passion. They give us passion and pain and then hopefully we build things that mean more than us.
Years...in Art.

Would you like to borrow my sweater a while? I'm not cold if you're not cold she says with a smile.
The weight of her words like water to the fields...let all that leaves your lips grow.

Days crash like waves and you beg for more with just enough in your pockets.
But you have the Locket that never held a picture, nothing ever fit within it's limits.
You have the Postcard she sent from the end of the earth...signed with a kiss, I forgot to miss you.

Of course I have or haven't I ever been. In love, I am. You. Once.
Is that not what you think of me?
Am I a Starfish or a Pepper Tree?

The River runs where none other could and the dawn smiles upon nothing but good.
All things apologize in the quiet light for the thanklessness of another last night.
You carried her shoes to the shore, so much sand so little time.
And you missed her standing next to her but she was gone before you met.

Of course I have or haven't I ever been. In love, I am. You. Once.
Is that not what you think of me?
Am I a Starfish or a Pepper Tree?

And you pray for something to remember...these days are yours. These days are yours. 

-a poem inspired by Kafka on the Shore

Actually, I'm not sure that the title is true as due to the high cost of health insurance I stay away from the doctor anyway, but I was trying to find a clever way to say I've been writing new songs. A lot of them. Hoping to get started on a new album at the end of the month. Writing, recording, creating...it's my favorite part of the pursuit of being an artist(e). I'm preparing myself for being uncompromisingly happy once we get to work on that new record. Until then, hears to misery...and being overdramatic. 

 can't let her go, she clings to me like the static of my favorite sweater...still i refuse to say such is life.

May the blue moon bring all the things you thought you'd never have.
Happy New Decade.

 Sometimes I wish blue wasn't my favorite color.

I change I stay the same I wallow I wander I stumble I follow, I feel, then I find my way. My way, my once, my all I ever dreamed of did I lose you or have you left me? - anonymous?

1 2 3 4. I count the moments like guests out the door of a party I'll never throw again. But let's be friends.
Friends til the end.

My lyrics have been a little dark lately...I need more pools and margaritas in my life. I keep forgetting it's summer and then I go outside, amazed that it's blazing hot.

I posted a new demo of a song called Like Wine on my apartment archive. Have a listen if you get a moment...

It all makes sense in moments. Fleeting moments. Where does sense go when she leaves me behind? So many why's, so little time, trying not to waste the moments I'm certain of.

 now.