Jezebel's

"'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…

Blue

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…