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Saturday Songs, and Poems in the Park
It’s rare that I actually take a Saturday off, and so waking up slowly, coffee in hand I found myself reviewing some old videos, wondering why I’ve let some of them survive, when the recording quality was so bad. But sometimes it’s just the beauty of a live moment captured, not posed for, that really…
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Saturday Songs with Sophie Ellis-Bextor and the New Radicals
As we were inching closer to midnight, and therefore Saturday, Brian was prepping for a little visit to Philadelphia, a couple of hours away, by producing a “mixtape” for the drive. Something has him on a Sophie Ellis-Bextor and Gregg Alexander kick right now. I woke up early this morning to find him wide awake…
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Mom Meant Well, a Poem Called “Stray”
Just like Daedalus advising his son Icarus not to fly too close to the sun, your parents meant well when they told you not to talk to strangers. But I remember questioning this when I was quite young. Isn’t it colder the higher you go? Wouldn’t he have to leave the atmosphere in order to…
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Saturday Song–Wings with Gilbert and Carpenter
So you’ve heard the myth, the warning about getting too proud of your accomplishments. At the very least they sternly told you to be very cautious; don’t be foolish and attempt the impossible. The myth of the fall of Icarus, who either ignored, or in that moment of elation, simply forgot the warnings of his…
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A Dysfunctional Thursday Love Poem, by Me
Since some of you have been asking for more poems by me, I thought that this weird little piece, published the same time as “Years Later” would provide a more lighthearted change of pace for our Thursday Love Poem feature. If you are not familiar with the Thursday Love Poem, it is based on Edna…
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Summer Birds, Some are Poets
Reflections on Robert Frost’s “Ovenbird,” and “First Song,” by Matthew Murrey “There is a song that everyone has heard.” That is how Robert Frost begins his unique sonnet, “The Ovenbird.” Of course, you’d be right to protest; not everyone has heard the bird. But a lot of the North American continent has. The little “mid-wood…
