(written for BC) I'm in the midst of the third move this year. This has been a journey. I'm pleasantly surprised at the horizon ahead.

There’s this tiny monastery round the corner from my house I see the monks out walking, pulling weeds, and carting out the trash I see them at the Exxon buying cokes and magazines Their orange robes flow in the breeze as people fill their cars…

Trying out some old-new outboard gear with my Portastudio. Considering this a fun equipment test.

how much cold brew to get through the day?

credits: Fleetwood Mac

O the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird and she warbles when she flies she never hollers cuckoo til the fourth day of July Gonna build me a log cabin on a mountain so high so I can see the cuckoo when she goes on by I've played cards in…

freeform improvisation

You put the pedal to the metal So we could drown the noises out Running from the city Escaping from the crowds To a little piece of nowhere To pick the pieces up So we can put 'em back together So we can prove we are enough Flip the…