Spinning like the wheel Painted on the temple Does the wheel turn slowly Or is it me that moves? I can count the hours And I can name the prophets Kept like silver spoons Struck like wooden matches Should I call it sleep or divine…

(written for BC) Been a reflective and challenging couple of days. Pushing myself, balancing, grounding. Rinse and repeat. I appreciate the very supportive person in my sphere right now. Close your eyes. Feel the ocean's healing through this…

so much depends on a little red wheelbarrow glazed with rainwater beside the white chickens these days a man dies you can't leave him be gotta get his body offa your property mm-hmm so much depends on a red wheelbarrow glazed with rainwater…

A quick attempt at some hypnotic techno a la deep bass..

Solo wurli piece from early 2020.

song by Joe Duvall