Retreat There’s something hidden here. Insidious, taking root in the erosion of my perception. I feel it, squirming uproariously, undulating with the cacophony of manic thoughts echoing behind heavy lids. It disrupts my sleep. Calls to me from the fringe of troubled dreams. Such visions it bestows upon me in the refuge of unconscious thought,…
Month: May 2020
Song Demos – Adelaide
Demo Below Lately I’ve been getting back into playing instruments and writing songs. Due to the virus that has been affecting us all, I’ve had ample opportunity to delve back in and shake off some of the rust that’s built up over time. I’m thinking about putting some of these up now and then, but…
Momentum – The Cage
Audio Below This is the final song I contributed during the Tireless Effort sessions six years ago. There are some awkward lyrical choices, but I think it came out with an interesting sound and personality. I provide much of the rhythm guitar and vocals. My cousin, Zack, does the second verse though. He also composed…
Momentum – Changes
Audio Below This is another song off the Tireless Effort album. This is my personal favorite of my songs from that period of time in 2014. In a lot of ways this song still expresses how I feel and experience the world. In many ways I fall short of the changes I want to see…
Momentum – Square One
Audio Below This is a song from way back in 2014, written while I was still enlisted. I was feeling pretty low at the time, so I started writing songs a bit more. I’d recently been given an old, beat up, workhorse of an acoustic guitar. A stocky Fender FA-100. A buddy of mine, stationed…
Where the Streams Meet
echoes in the timid chamber – titian avarice pulses in wait preying on fresh drops to fall from bleating gash chest wounds squirming artists lost in the shuffle – voiding the hole of its precious fluid purple as their prose leaching whatever granules of inspiration diluted or fermented over time – tigris euphrates venous arterial…
Whitewash
these walls are weeping bleeding wide rivers of tar hidden beneath waxen weathered paint how the steam of thick moisture reveals what’s buried in layers escapes such furtive eyes at first glance will rise like cream from the belly of a stagnant pool assaulting my vision an affront to good taste brown strands cascading in…
Piecework Prose 