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A Poem “The Cricket”
In honor of Edgar Allen Poe (and his poem The Raven) and in memory of the crickets that like to appear in my home every year (a moment of silence for them, please), around this time:
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Her Celestial Stairway
You know, at times, there’s this feeling I wind up getting and it usually happens when I look towards the Western horizon that makes my spirit cry for leaving. “Leaving what” you say? Ah but in my thoughts that’s where I’ve seen like billows (or is it rings?) of smoke through a forest and these…
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Cows
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Cyber-Psalm
Trying my hand at writing a modern day Psalm.
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Smells Like A Thirty Three Year Old
I was playing around with audio mixing because, well, just because. I thought it would be funny to do Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit with my acoustic and with the melancholy that only a thirty-something year old can offer. But then I got into it and started getting all serious so here it is, flubs…
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My Bad Luck on an Island
I was once a castaway on some island after being lost at sea. Could you imagine sitting there, ticking off another lonely day because there’s no one there but me? Can you imagine that sort of loneliness, more than any single man could bear and thusly hoping to be rescued before falling into despair? So…
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My Bad Joke
The other day I started a joke, an innocuous joke really but I was surprised that it started everyone