The Line Who’s to say why a modern girl Should be so moved By socks on a line, Bath towels damp and clothespinned, Dancing like old friends on a parquet floor Swinging like children on rusty monkey bars ———– Who will unfold the reasons She opens inside out At the sight of a white polyester [...]
I dread the dark. Not the eventual setting of sun at long day’s end, but the days, weeks, months, when the sun begins to rise later and later and leave us earlier and earlier until finally, we come to expect a hasty dusk near the same time neighborhood children hop off the school bus. I [...]
I realize I’ve been away from this writing place several weeks, and I’m tempted to feel guilty for not following my own weekly regimen. Especially since watching Julie & Julia last night. But then I remind myself that I am, afterall, a songwriter who does some blogging and not the other way around. So…thanks for [...]
Truthfully, I inhaled. On the blacktopped road, late spring, early evening, I rolled windows down, drew in the honeysuckled air and felt alive. I could have been 7 or 70 or any number of years in between. There’s just something about 75 degrees, blowing in through the car window at dusk. I joke that I’m [...]
