Ain't Even Snowflakes fall into your ears. They are just heavier than air – just. Crystal forms melt on warm lithic bodies. Nostalgia wants us sickly. Nothing ever was real but once, and you blinked. Done tried to relive over…

Bite Your Tongue After: Of Silence. Drowned the Sound of Your Retreat by Jennifer Elise Foerster That was one way to let go, what identity borne in discussions of cats passed, by this cupboard of shadows scattered dusk-bound. The…

The Time Given –Where is it that fills the deepness I feel? You will say I'm not Robin the Hood, but how could I hide from top to foot, that I lost something in the hills? – Sibylle Baier, I Lost Something in the Hills I do alright by forgiveness…

That Day Came Someone married their car. They found great joy in the way some parts of it were proud and others shy, and vibrations of the revving engine. They added aftermarket ground effects to increase its sex appeal. The owner’s manual…

Crystal Cups A jet flies in overhead for a landing. Engines make a lonely call as they strip down the air. Notes descend – plaintive whine to resigned hum. Soon, they'll be on the ground. these unknown people having traveled…

Don't listen to the brochures 1 I would see this rock, poking up through the melting clapboard, shingle, stucco, at the end of the House Age. All you see is a cliff, keep driving. The area is still very scenic, in spite of the missing icon…

The letter j is didactic as fuck It just happened one day that i no longer felt strong enough to convey a specific message. For centuries we had drawn i as j to signify the end of a numeral. For millennia we enslaved each other arbitrarily…

The Gleaners Caught in the splash of our cruising headlights as we slow to creep over a tectonic speed table, two men in rags overcoats and hoodies push chromed shopping carts, dark down deserted sidewalk. Side-eyes…

Mammal Raised by a witch and her twelve familiars, in a drafty cabin, in a cursed crab orchard, above the blue-black mud of Tricky's Cove. A swamp witch with twelve cats and a Mexican mutt named Chico, taught me the symbols of sacred texts…

A guitar, effects, and things I could not control fully.

improv in the bathroom. 1936 Regal/National Dobro

improv in the bathroom. prepared 1936 Regal/National dobro

improv in the bathroom. Prepared 1936 National/Regal dobro

The music tells a real life story of how relationships turns from sweet to sour

made this last a week or two ago ,,, onto video and I just edited this off the video.. there is footage of me doing this live.. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZbblXMBw7k it is toward the end of this video about between the 5th and 6th hours…

Done in 2018 before I compositions went down.