Modern Folklore -- 24 December 2019

Folk music grows its roots

And makes its home buried deep

Within my bones

The ghosts of my fathers

Drum out a beat and

I match my heart to it

The ghosts of my mothers

Dance in blurs of color

Tradition swirls within my blood

I’m a long way from home but

Hereditary music never really leaves you

Homemade Escapism -- 15 December 2019

I will never be an Icarus

Soaring and falling for the joy of it

I keep my cards close to my chest

My joy should keep me safe

Instead of becoming distant collateral

To an uncaring god

Youthful -- 17 November 2019

I’ve made universes out of breadcrumbs

Written sonnets about half smiles and crow’s feet

Created sonatas from a faint distant laugh

But I’ll never be able to recreate how

I’ve only ever felt young when I’m with you