• Memory

    Kafka in the Home

    Despite working in studios for many years, I find that my fear of making mistakes is always present.  While I have had only two among many supervisors who could be said to be irrational…

  • My Music The Intuitive Bikers

    Babies in the Sky/Habina

    This medley starts with my composition, “Babies in the Sky” and segues into the traditional Egyptian tune, “Habina.” Recorded live at New Riverside Cafe on the West Bank of Minneapolis and in a basement…

  • Dreams

    A play seen twice

    I had a wonderful dream this morning that I saw a play at The Guthrie Theatre in Minneapolis.  The set was cleverly designed as a diner, and audience members sat on typical padded diner…

  • Spontaneous Poetry

    What is given

    What is “given” is apparent, but never fully known. What is “a given” can seem obvious but later may fall apart. What is “forgiven” depends on the vagueries of memory. Living seems the only…

  • Spontaneous Poetry

    Beyond our fence of knowing

    Beyond our fence of knowing Fierce vibrato words are coalescing with the wind Of Solar flare. One remark too many puts us into Spell; we tumble into a tremelo’d world Until our dance seems…

  • Spirits I Have Met

    “You look dead.”

    The location for this dream encounter is a small square wood frame church, much like the ones that are good for shapenote singing in Alabama and Georgia.  The hardwood floor is in need of sanding…

  • Spontaneous Poetry

    Poetry Unchained

    An idle attitude that opens doors In solid hue Scorch of intensity Sidling long fellopian hallways Toward a remembered homecoming of unattachment.…