The open cave welcomes joy and everything else.

On a Friday full of freedom I sang behind the wheel The black days now behind me I look forward to the miles ahead And as the chorus left my lips and I waved at the sorrowful faces of my neighbors I rolled down the window to bathe in the careless dance of the windContinue reading “The open cave welcomes joy and everything else.”

91718: to the time I held the guitar for three days when you departed.

I wanted to know why the hands stopped yearning for the strings they were caked bumps and callous patterns not the right kind of progressions not the desired ones yet underneath the stuttering grip and the delicate-less fumble of the fretless here I set beyond the waking hours with the deepest of needs before sunriseContinue reading “91718: to the time I held the guitar for three days when you departed.”