9/11, I . . . (Do I have survivor's guilt?) . . . worked a normal day.

Got to get going! Only ninety days remain To pen forty more. (I'd reached the halfway mark for eighty haiku; I must have written this sometime in November 2011.)

Answering machine. You might have something to say When you hear the beep. Those who have my home phone number know that this has been my actual answering machine message for over a year.

The curse of our time: Cellular stupidity. Can you hear me now?

Tied up, fourteen-all. Coiled tight, yet poised, until He hears, "Ready . . . fence!"

May the twenty-first, Harold Camping said, "It's done." Sinners, best repent. May the twenty-one, Party time for ev'ryone. Sinners, best repent.

A simple table Set before my enemies, My head anointed.

Complete innocence, My Kindergarten mind-state. Why are kids so mean?

language and communication john lydon told me the written word is a lie so likewise the recorded sung or spoken word say i on the table there sat a cat or a telephone -what shape was the table? -what was the name of the cat…

Believe in something, But not what they dream about; Their dreams are evil.

The last song for the challenge

Too bad I don't know how to play an actual violin.

Written in 2002; played to death 2003-4; retired in 2005. Feels good to bring this one back from the dead.

mellow good vibe guitar synth tune....instrumental

gentle flowing guitar synth,acoustic guitar instrumental

Watching events unfold in Syria...I can't imagine what its like...to all those caught in the crossfires throughout the world...hang in there...

Maybe it's intuition But some things you just don't question Like in your eyes I see my future in an instant And there it goes I think I've found my best friend I know that it might sound more than a little crazy But I believe I knew I loved…

Latest release demo track.

This is a song about questions, especially after experiencing the loss of someone special.....here are the lyrics: Down past the bridge By Saint Peter‘s church She hums a prayer Her eyes blue and bare She’s longing for comfort…