Monday, February 7, 2011

is the time for grizzly bear, 
thus I intend to master every song.

it's a chinese new year resolution of mine

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

the incessant chill in my house
is deafening . its poison engulfs my thoughts
accumulating in the back of my mind
collecting like dust in the cracks
it erodes my soul

I stand in a treeless field with no path
no compass.
only the brown grass, 
bending under the weight of the still falling snow,
filling my tracks as I wander

the pallor of the landscape
a soundless, majestic dessert.
the colourless sky,
indiscernible from the country,
has lost her horizon in grey

the whole dome of heaven
is one winter cloud 
shrouding the sun, 
detaching her warmth
the hour is late
my fingers grow numb 
I feel my heart slow
I feel my thoughts slow
I sink into snow


Wednesday, October 13, 2010

I am ancient
too late to claim my life, 
too old to change

Who can bend
with the river's every move?

A rod and a staff. 
How I crave the solace
A quiet life to live + serve well.
far from the murmur
the wagging eyes , the shuffling bodies
Where in the wide
can I go and not be seen?
Evaporate from my nation
my contorted tribe
My stolen life
forced into the grooves
of a collective dream
the vapid gleam
of a society given to bondage

Indeed, I am a citizen 
of the valley devoid,
the city of the swelling 
of the resonance of noise
at the clamor of imprudence,
my heart grows sick
the chatter of monkeys 
withers my ears
where can I seek the wise,
who can I entrust myself to?
to whom can I devote my time, 
where shall I invest my thoughts?

is there not one man left
not even one
Who knows yet,
the fear of the Lord

Thursday, October 7, 2010

hm mm m the sun feels so good.

trace a passage
to the north
following the currents
of a gently 
soughing earth

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

the cold | and clumsy | of | tight skin | in | bitter winds | off the | waves and the brine | of the light rail train | shivering bodies on the coastal shelf | muttering softly | and the leaves are chattering also | the sun | she ebbs and flows | gracious days | then abandonment | I think | she belongs to a different city | . | that she smiles on a greener place somewhere else | she smiles with promise for them | and our humble city washes out gray | soaked in weeks of rain | the ground | pervaded | with frozen worms | and on the traintracks | I spy | a lifeless bird | slowly and softly decomposing

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

this was written by hannah minick, I take no credit

-also I recommend you read the lyrics (and other lovely thoughts,)


just strumming along,
thinking aloud in a way I often do, so..
not too serious, but its a wonderful poem:

Tomorrow + Tomorrow

(click the link above to listen and download)

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

today, playing covers of
Cotton Jones + Beach House
in the basement.

{Gotta Cheer Up} 

-one of my favourite songs of all time