I’m happy to announce that my song Beauty Bright is making it to more ears this week thanks to Rachel over at Adobe and Teardrops. I love the name of this alt-country music blog, and am honored to kick off one of her playlists.  Discover some alt-country gems (and

I’m super grateful today. Grateful for those who take the time to listen, and if they like what they hear, pass it on. Grateful for those offering kind words. We put our work out there and it begins to become something else. Every time I hear another person speak

Today I got a little SoundCloud love from German music blog, Pretty In Noise. That’s rad, and from the looks of things, so are they. Music blogs can be a fantastic source of discovery, and I’ve found some great tunes just by listening through Pretty In Noise’s

Last year I wrote a poem for Holy Saturday, with a warning that it was likely not ready for public consumption. This Holy Saturday I’ve sanded it down a fair bit, and while it is still raw, it gets at something desperate that this day is all about in

Mental illness. My mother suffers from mental illness. She has since before I was born. For months growing up she would be in the hospital. I spent a lot of time in mental wards, visiting. They are not pleasant places. Just last week I went to pick her up from

It may be hard to make a living from music these days, but at least it doesn’t cost a living anymore. Thanks to some internet magic and good friends, I was able to record and release Where The Air Is Thin, my latest EP, for just under a hundred

Where The Air Is Thin EP 3.00 Add To Cart It’s hard to believe, but October 15 has come and gone. Where The Air Is Thin, my first EP, is now available on iTunes, Apple Music, Spotify, Google Play, Amazon and of course this website right here. Saturday

The reader should note that I have never seen the popular television program, ’24’. While there will inevitably be parallels to that program’s plot and pacing, these are purely coincidental. I’ve been home now for less than 24 hours. Half that, and most of it spent soaking up

CS Lewis had a lot of big ideas, but more importantly, he was a master of communicating those ideas to the people. He could untie a troubling theological knot before our very ears. During 1940’s wartime, Lewis’ voice brought comfort and consolation over BBC’s airwaves for those attempting

Today I posted about my least favourite twenty minutes in the world over at the Bleeding Heart Art Space blog. Have a read, and please share your own struggle at http://www.bleedingheartartspace.com/blog/3145c600-c355-417f-aff3-4c567015120a

Near the end of this month, I’ll be embarking on yet another new adventure. I am co-leading an arts and faith retreat with Julie and Sam Drew at King’s Fold Retreat Centre. I’ve never been to King’s Fold, but I hear it is gorgeous. Serene. Pristine.

Predict something will happen  and it is more likely to happen   Some days are write-offs   Some people are liars because contradictions  cannot hold true Some contradictions hold true   Bitterness spreads more easily than joy   Lids will always disappear   People get healed miraculously People do not get healed miraculously   Socks will

These tragic days bring back 30 year old memories. Time for a poem. The screen door is so thin   No kind of shelter in the face of whatever this is Skies shrouded with dirt dark as intermittent radio reports   I am six, almost seven Out on my grandparent’s acreage

This concludes my endeavour to write a poem a day for the month of April. This final poem tries to capture my surprised delight at having succeeded. How can it be that Almost every time I reach into the dark Velvet bag of my heart I pull out some treasure

There has always been music   Four entertainers stand against a backdrop wet with shimmer  like the glistening belly of a mermaid They sing about heartbreak running to the open road running away They sing about the way that love is always left standing   There has always been music   The one

Year by year you forget  all the things I thought would last Day by day you call to mind things I hoped would pass Words I let fly carelessly  got tangled in your hair You comb the knots out, crying I can’t help you, but I care   There were

Time for another found poem. This one taken from an article from NASA, for kids, about black holes. You can read that article here. A black hole is a place where gravity pulls so much that even light can not get out   When a star is dying people are invisible

This on follows a form called a Cinquain. Five lines. 2 syllables. 4 syllables. 6 syllables. 8 syllables. 2  syllables. Or thereabouts. Spaces between the words we cannot say aloud Grown to sinkholes, black holes, galaxies alight Feature images by Tom Sodoge for Unsplash

This insane form is called a Paradelle, and apparently it was invented by Billy Collins as a wry joke. But I took it seriously today. We’ve got to ease our way into the light We’ve got to ease our way into the light The negative, balancing between exposed

Playing with another form – a nonet! When I drive the city’s grey and hard There are no open arms or eyes It is a different city A vague metropolis Where are the birthmarks? Ma and pop shops Meander towards home

You tell me that you lived in darkness for a dozen years–how  you couldn’t face your life anymore  –all the hope had drained from your face   A woman came to pray for you and it was like the flipping of s switch  Your speech speeds up now  You

There used to be a whale submerged in a wishing pool copper as the coins collected black as the ominous unknown   the polished parts shone almost gold inside there was a red-womb glow both a welcome and a warning  it was not clear which to heed   I was unsettled in

This one is probably not ready, but a promise is a promise. Oh God, I miss you   Can I miss something that doesn’t exist? Like I missed George and Kramer When Seinfeld went off the air?   Is this heart-hole some holy proof?   Philosophy makes me queasy–I just miss

Twenty things that caught my eye while walking home   1. A soiled Beautyrest mattress torn and overturned in the alley   2. St. Josaphat Ukrainian Catholic Cathedral announcing the next pyrogy supper in moveable church sign letters   3. The weathered sign of Little Italy Foods next to the laundromat that boasts

From the other side of the dad fence. Don’t look at me like that Like a dog who shrinks away Terrified at the broken bond Too timid now to leave if the leash lets loose   Don’t look at me like that I am trying, but my heart is