A taste of nostalgia, ever sweet lost in the rituals of old each time I cross that threshold just one step and I am complete Family traditions, the heartbeat each one spun from gold A taste of nostalgia, ever sweet Lost in the rituals of old That familiar feeling as I pull up the street Sisters and brothers and babies to hold Love, laughter, and … Continue reading Home for the Holidays
I escaped to the land of clementine skies A tapestry of chiseled red rock draped me in renewal Ancient lands dotted with saguaros carried my troubles away Up where mesas dominate each vista gentle breezes ushered in a fresh perspective and washed clean the stale air of yesterday I felt my breath rise and fall I spoke the language of clouds I kissed … Continue reading Arizona Afternoons
Scenes played out, familiar but not quite intimate. A slight detachment between performers and audience, yet a story shared by many. Mutual connection separated by varying degrees of separation. If each experience is unique, is the collective result skewed? A responsibility to warn of dire consequences hangs in the air, drowning out voices repeating old lines a silent witness unmasked as worlds come undone … Continue reading Silent Detonation
