The Guitar Picker (song lyrics)

The Guitar Picker (song lyrics)

Here’s a new song we’re working on putting to music and an old photo of my Uncle Eugene (they called him “Zoe”) who died tragically at a young age.  He had a such a thirst for life! This has nothing to do with the song but I wanted to share...
A Bad Boy

A Bad Boy

In the deep dark forest of Mewanabe Lived a boy of character called “Don’t want to see” He was beastly and biting and pretty cantankerous But not so much different than all of the rest of us He don’t like this and he don’t like that He says, “Everyone else don’t know...
For Susan

For Susan

South of Cincinnati Where the crows And rivers sing I drove a road Of heartache Like a broken Sparrow’s wing   I saw the sun A-setting In a flood of golden tears And felt you here beside me Like you were In all those years We rambled Up in Houston In our cowgirl...

February

The slanting February sun Wrapped in a grey furry blanket Begs forgiveness for offering no warmth She offers no golden stream Of light that we might bask in While sitting in the old, Red chair in the kitchen She offers no color to the day That might distract us While...
The Woman Inside of Me

The Woman Inside of Me

There is a woman Who lives inside me She winks and takes Me aside She says I need To move out west Where in the mountains I might abide Then she laughs And twirls around And says, “No, not That way-but see!”! I think you better Buy a boat And live the summer free Then...

Empty Room

A chair at the window A trunk full of dreams A bed with a sag in it And holes in the screens Yarn all a tatter Clothes in a box Books in a corner Doors without locks Life is a moment It’s raw and it’s pungent It’s bitingly brutal And tender as teardrops We’re strong...

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