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A song for a star

You say I’ve never sung you songs in all this time — ten years along — which proves, to some degree, how much I love you. You’ve found the time, you often say, to write about and sing and play so many other topics; is that not … Continue reading

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The Holy Fool’s Lament

My blood is thinned from summer’s passion; where I once could stand the chill of winter’s disposition, now I am unmanned by this untimely season; and the harvest I once sought I find now sells for such a price it … Continue reading

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There is a wall around a thing

There is a wall around a thing that does not know to love that keeps it safe, in some sad way, and far from the great harm experience brings with it when it visits and leaves broken pots and pans, … Continue reading

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Elizabethtown

Some kinds of closure only come in story books and movies; real life rarely turns out quite so neat and clean: with one door neatly sliding open as another firmly shuts; such coincidence is rare and far between. To compress … Continue reading

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The Devil’s Daughter

Thinking for some reason of this song I wrote and recorded probably 15 years ago, during my “Elvis Costello” period… I used to dream with my eyes wide open I would sing songs for the deaf and paint pictures for … Continue reading

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No Surprise This Morning: an alba or aubade

That morning comes again is no surprise; the laws of physics have not been withheld, nor has the motion of the planets, if those laws are merely whims, been held at bay. No vengeful demons or vain deities have paused … Continue reading

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Cajun Woman

for Starlight Dances Looking for an answer, waiting on a clue, making myself dizzy thinking up new things to do. My cup runneth over; now it’s spilled out on the floor. Making messes, I can do for sure. Asking more … Continue reading

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