The end of episode 10 in season 2 of "The Handmaid's Tale" had me bawling my eyes out. It was one of the saddest things I have ever seen on TV. Its impact was especially forceful because of the things…


He's guilty. So obviously guilty.

When I wrote my song "Guilty," several years ago, it had nothing whatsoever to do with what's going on today. 

Tonight, just before the Orange Thing in the…

Under His Eye

This is a song that was a very long time, and a very short time in the making. For the longest time - maybe a year? - the only lyrics were the line "I'm laying low, I'm laying low, I'm laying oh so low."

Sliver of Joy

"...I would go along the hall and down the Marthas' stairs at the back and through the kitchen... I would hurry across the few feet of illuminated lawn... 

I want to see what can be seen, of him, take him


"'That one there, the one in green, she's a sociologist. Or was. That one was a lawyer, that one was in business, an executive position; some sort of fast-food chain or maybe it was hotels. I'm told you can have quite a good conversation with her if all you feel like is talking. They prefer it here, too.' 

Closet Scrawl (Nolite te bastardes carborundorum)

"Here I am in the closet. Nolite te bastardes carborundorum. I can't see it in the dark but I trace the tiny scratched writing with the ends of my fingers, as if it's a code in Braille. It

Feels So Good to Fly

I thought I might post my songs in the "Letters from Gilead" series in the order they were written, but I'm scrapping that idea right now. Tonight, I feel like sharing my newest song, "Feels So Good to…


In the middle of last January, Dacey and I took advantage of a long weekend to escape to Douthat State Park.

I had recently finished writing "My Name is June", and was feeling the momentum of a new…

My Name is June

It took me awhile to get around to watching the MGM/Hulu adaptation of "The Handmaid's Tale". I had read the book by Margaret Atwood many years ago, and it had a powerful impact on me. I didn't want to watch…

The Muse is something strange

I already have a travelogue - the irregularly maintained journal of Haze & Dacey’s travels, shows, and other adventures. But now I’m starting something more personal: a journal of my songwriting. I really wish I’d started this decades ago. But…