From the Wikipedia: "Hummus (/ˈhʊməs/, /ˈhʌməs/; Arabic: حُمُّص ḥummuṣ, "chickpeas"), also spelled hommus or houmous, is a dip of Arab origin, spread, or savory dish made from cooked, mashed chickpeas blended with tahini, lemon juice, and garlic…

Last-minute effort at the end of a busy, busy month. Recorded the drums at the studio on 6/17, then added MIDI piano parts (taken from the EZ Keys library, not my own fingers!) and live bass just before the REM Challenge deadline for June. Whew!

layers of a blanket swaddled cocoon a womb remove your sweater step into the sun what identity have you left here? There is none She danced in the prismatic light - she danced as if no other soul was in sight. Pirouette The color…

layers of a blanket swaddled cocoon a womb remove your sweater step into the sun what identity have you left here? There is none She danced in the prismatic light - she danced as if no other soul was in sight. Pirouette The color…

Original song about a liminal moment in a healing journey; the persistent feeling of being existentially lost, even while supported by an abundance of resources. +++ TWO ASTROLOGERS I got two astrologers I got google calendars Late night…

Early song about disillusionment during the political awakening of youth. +++ SEARCHING What face is this What hands are these Always changing, never the same All that's mine is a name In sixty short years nothing will remain All closed…

Original song about being in a transitional place: the hope and excitement for a different future, but before you've been able to fully grieve your past. +++ OUT HERE Out here we’ll be Out here we’ll see Out here we’ll breathe Out here…

Shared dreams of a dear lost friend. +++ PORTLAND Remember the night you missed the G And me, to share the laughing glance If ghosts exist, take a risk Destiny, not happenstance Portland, it seems Is home to our silly dreams Won…

Shared dreams of a dear lost friend. +++ PORTLAND Remember the night you missed the G And me, to share the laughing glance If ghosts exist, take a risk Destiny, not happenstance Portland, it seems Is home to our silly dreams Won…

Original song about being in a transitional place: the hope and excitement for a different future, but before you've been able to fully grieve your past. +++ OUT HERE Out here we’ll be Out here we’ll see Out here we’ll breathe Out here…