As a songwriter, I sometimes have thoughts or ideas that wouldn't particularly make a good song. This is the outlet for that stuff...

Thursday, January 27, 2011

3 a.m.

The single floodlight

Blinking away the falling snow

Stands guard over

The intersection

The coffee shop

The church

The grocery

Poke their heads out

Of the shadows

To listen

There are no arguments

At the cafe tables

No gossip

Under the bus stop sign

The tracks left by

Urgent appointments

Are covered now

Anger is spent

Worry is locked away

For a little while

All is holy

Tuesday, January 25, 2011


You try the switch

In the stifling dark hall


The audience leans


The only soundtrack

Is your heartbeat

Your hands

Like scouts

Move along the wall

Feeling the shape of a door

The audience holds its breath

A woman whispers

Don't go in there.”

The young men

Want to see you


The old brass knob

Is cold

You are either very courageous

Or a fool

On this side

You'll never know which

Wednesday, January 12, 2011


Like a jazz performer

I improvise something



The silly notes

You respond sweet


You like to be played

So I play you

And I am rewarded

With music

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

From the 8th Floor Window

Late December has a pulse

A rhythm

A flow

Currents of Ugg boots, pea coats

Burberry scarves

Taxi cabs

Stop. Wait. Pull out. Wait.


Each one

A world

Searching for an orbit

Going different places


Saturday, January 1, 2011


Praise Him, stuttering laughter

Rapping on heaven's window

O praise Him, whisper of bare feet

Dancing down the carpeted hall

Exalt Him with arms extended

Greeting, embracing, lifting, guiding

Give Him glory with ears that hear music

And eyes that see goodness

Life is praise

Praise is life