Pale Horse

Pale horse,running through the woods at night,down the old trails where they never built the houses.Where we played as kids.Am I dreaming?Sitting at that kitchen table,or maybe that old wooden table,where I wrote so many songs when I was starting out.Trying to scrape meaningfrom three chords,and a life as yet unlived.Cup of coffee,maybe a tea,orContinue reading “Pale Horse”

Finish The Game

Rock and roll doesn’t need statues. It’s alive.Like Willie Nile.It’s in the pavement. The cracks in the wall in a sweaty club. When the singer testifies.It’s no museum piece.What goods a statue at the end of the world?It’s in the air. It’s in your walk. How you talk. How you get back up. Every time.IContinue reading “Finish The Game”

The Climb

⚠️ Trigger Warning: This is a story of survival, but it includes themes of depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, and emotional distress. Please read with care. If these topics affect you deeply, know that you are not alone. National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (U.S.)Contact: Call or text 988Website: 988lifeline.orgDetails: Available 24/7 for free, confidential support for mentalContinue reading “The Climb”

A Different Kind Of Burn

Sometimes, I wished I smoked,just for something to doin dramatic pauses.Vaping isn’t for that,too cloudy,wrecks the mood,and takes ages to clear.Unlike a sexy breath drifting through the ether.And there’s only so many options.Maybe a coffee stir.Maybe telling the smart speaker to be quiet,like it interrupted something important.or…or…Or deleting the paragraphand starting again.Smoking is an oldContinue reading “A Different Kind Of Burn”