Nice Work, If You Can Get It

The work was not backbreaking, as some may have imagined. This was not the mere filling of a shallow grave in the dead of night. I used to do that, and don't readily admit this time in my life to strangers on the street. There, I lived as an accomplice, working with others to serve…

Lyrics, or Tempo?

In those days, my pulse quickened like the beat of that song I used to listen to on cassette tape, no less. Energy bubbled through my veins and around the room where I knew you and I and he and she and they would be, the entire phenomenon as surprising and as touching as the…

This, Summer…

There are cherry stains on my fingers. I stopped in the Union Square farmer's market to select, sample and salivate over the fruits on offer. Of course, I tried the cherries. I see the tiny stains like temporary birthmarks across my fingertips and walk past the gated and locked Grammercy Park. You can get inside…

Friends, Readers, Welcome

Hello. This thing is most certainly turned on, so I won't bore you all while I embarrassingly ramble and test the volume. I know enough about sound and the music industry such that I have eliminated any chance of feedback. My voice, and yes, there is a touch of a British accent, please hold all…