Yes, I Know

Yes, I am mean – I know it, you don’t have to tell me. I’m very good at it, I’m not proud of it, it’s my fall back mechanism when you’re fucking with my OCD. Yes, I can be kind, it takes some work, but I try. I’m emotional and walking lines you cannot see. …

Her Lines – A Song For the Mother

        Each time we tell ourselves we know what we’re getting into, but then we can’t breathe, can’t form the words to bring back the meaning into – when the world doesn’t flow to our beat anymore and the darkness carries on, we must remember why we stay strong – I walk …

Love Stands Waiting

The head or the heart – where to start – for success in a world that’s tearing us apart? We proudly claim to have conquered the earth, but to unearth the diamond beyond the mind, to find that light, is the fight of our lives. Raw emotion, forsaken notions, the dark alleys of the mind, …

Just Write That He Loved Her

Just write that he loved her, he heard a voice in the wind say, as he noticed the gardener scrubbing bird shit off the neighboring stone. What more would need be said? Memories past through his head like images floating away. The two of them spending countless hours just talking. Talking about nothing. His morning …

This is Why We Struggle

We want to believe that change is possible – that bigotry could dissolve in love – that we could evolve into beings that needed not constant encouragement from above to simply nourish each other rather than tear each other down – that we could give up the internal need to be the one that wears …

For the Children

How do we fight when words are not enough and decency is not a universal imperative, just something to divide those who can get things done from those who are outdated, when the idea of God is dead to most, and the idea of being good for good’s sake is not a philosophy remembered? – …

Fan Club

My mom sent me a kind email a few posts ago reminding me that if I use words like “everyone” and “we all” then I am bound to trigger peoples shit and make them upset. But, I mean, who listens to their moms on the truly important things? “We all” eventually learn these lessons on …

Keeping Me Up at Night

What gives value to our lives? What makes one life more valuable than another’s? At what point does someone’s greatness allow us to overlook their misdeeds? Is there not something fundamentally wrong with idolizing a slaver just because he taught us “how to say goodbye?” Is it not creepy to be enraptured by a dancer and …

Rejection, My Beloved

A review of my song, Of Love and Fear, as told through the rejections I received from music magazines… Because there is nothing like rejection to inspire clarity in our thoughts and actions. “The song doesn’t quite have enough substance in the arrangement for me and I am looking for something more accomplished in the …

When you’ve Got Two Cooks in the Kitchen

I have a little crazy in me. I keep him in a nice padded room next to my heart. But I don’t keep the door locked. We have an understanding. He’s free to come out and take over whenever needed. Everything works fine so far as he follows the rules we’ve established. Everything has a …