This here song is full of true stories and those are usually the best stories – at least in my humble opinion. I guess you could make this stuff up, but who would want to? I certainly am not the kind of writer who sits around thinking of writing painful fiction about my life or…
This is an interesting piece based on the fact I that I pulled it from my archives and many times when I do that, I’m rather surprised at what I find and ask myself, ‘did I write that?’ Also the date I wrote it was in October 2012, when we were living in St. Louis…
In thinking back on where this song came from, my mind is literally blank. It had to have been when we lived in St. Louis, MO for a year as that is when we were driving down to our producers studio in Tennessee or actually it could have been when we lived in Gallatin, TN…
his mama’s wing crushed, broken before he even started weakened by the shortcomings of his father sleeping under his mamma’s wing he could imagine and dream but the damage was immense and the drink was heaven sent the beer, the wine and then the whiskey became his wobbly backbone his manhoods constant wicked test he…
On October 24th, 2017, my Sissy looked up toward Heaven and taking her last breath surrendered. It had been a horrific couple of months in hospital beds, her body frozen from two heart seizures which resulted in a “99% brain dead” diagnosis. They hadn’t gotten to her in time. It seems that all of us,…
I dream of Riding the Silence… Up high…only wind whooshing by Eagles singing Crows cawing Tree tops swaying Over rivers rushing… Tumbling over rocks As I swoop down low Settling gently into the flow and sinking into the rush I dream of Riding the Silence Deep within the breath In and out Rising…falling…expansion and release…
The dream came on late Tuesday night. She was talking to me.. a weak tender voice not quite like her usual voice. Kind of broken.. with a bit of a high pitch. She was giving me important spiritual information and her form was like the floating form of feminine liquidity. Of course, what she said…
Where nothing makes sense… in the ‘middle of no-where.’
