Fall dies so beautifully....

Fall dies so beautifully

That we forget

Death makes yellow

Piles of leaves to scatter

Recklessly.

Naked black limbs

Pleading with  sunset

Orange

Must wait until

Spring-

Until spring!

 to begin to feel

The secret stir

Of life.

.. ..

After....

After death,

 illness, sex,

A stillness settles.

Reflection floods easily

Clarity reveals simply

Questions we never asked

For fear of

answers.

Since I've been back stateside, I've been quite occupied with the mundane: finding an apartment, working, reconnecting with people, figuring out next steps. Music has not loomed as large as I'd like, but sometimes first things must come first. Like eating, or paying rent.

Thank God, the muse has not been silent, and poetry, like the two above, and unexpected visitors like an idea for a children's book have been tugging on my sleeve until I write them down. I've also written two new songs, one with a really fun strum pattern, and another with an overtly political theme. I'm grateful that ideas are still stirring even if the performance calendar is sparse.

One thing I figured out in Spain was that I really like performing, and I feel a bit down without it. So, in the coming months I'm going to get out the old booking contacts as well as check out some new ones. It'll take a couple of months to get back in the rotation, but sooner or later, I'll be coming to a venue near you. I miss First Street Cafe, Monsieur Beans, The Post Office Bar and Grill, and even good old local Cafe Coda. There's even rumor that Cafe Flo is hosting live music again. Anyway, if you've got a spot you'd like me to play, send me a note and I'll see what I can do.