Tuesday, December 24, 2019

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

Sunday, December 15, 2019

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

Microexpressions -- 7 February 2021

Maybe someday I'll be able to tell a story That doesn't have anything to do with me Or you But how can I ignore Your mouth full of e...