Good Things Of Old Sometimes to look forward, we’ve got to look back. Here’s a list of good things from “of old” that may just make your future brighter. This week I bring you a killer groove from Bill Withers, incredible hundred year old footage of bustling Tokyo and 68 bits of
Good Things Good Things of Old Sometimes to look forward, we've got to look back. Here's a list of good things from "of old" that may just make your future brighter. Thing to Hear: Old Grooves A friend recently posted this video of Bill Withers' Kissin' My Love
Good Things Good Things for Your Eyes and Ears Good Things for Your Eyes and Ears Here's are this week's fruits of paying attention. Thing To Hear: New Music From Hayden Desser I've been a fan of Hayden Desser (formerly he was simply 'Hayden') since his mid-90's lo-fi hit
Good Things Good Things to Hear, See and Try I've been busy at work this week launching some new online concert initiatives and polishing up my upcoming single, Places We Can't Live (which you'll get soon). Even so, I've made some time to pay attention. Here's what I found
Good Things Good Things for Imaginary Journeys I've been finding good things in the world and I'd like to share them with you here each week. These posts will be free for all to enjoy, starting next week will come a lil' early for Patrons. Have a Good Thing I should share?
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This Is Why We Keep On Singing I’ve been reflecting on the power of music this week – and since yesterday, the power of the human voice. Here in Alberta, new Government guidelines for outdoor events are opening up many activities starting tomorrow as the COVID-19 pandemic recedes, but public singing is not coming back just yet.
NaPoWriMo #18 - The Dare The Dare You walked across The empty street and Reached out your hand It seemed like a giant’s hand A threat A dare Be human again Incarnate Just for this moment With all of the voices Shouting disapproval I reached out in surrender I took your hand in mine
NaPoWriMo #17 - It’s The Little Things It’s The Little Things Like a bullet in an old drawer long forgotten Like a criminal who’s grown too tired to run Like a prayer can start out sweet but then go rotten Like a poison thorn dug deep within your thumb It’s the little things that
NaPoWriMo #16 - In The Long Line Outside Canadian Tire In The Long Line Outside Canadian Tire A man races from his parked car, Chasing a receipt across the asphalt Towards the socially distanced line Of humans barely holding it together He bends down to grab it As the wind whips it up from his hands and Three more feet
NaPoWriMo #15 - I Am Home I Am Home As the quilt of Alberta comes into view I’m thinking about them and I’m thinking about you And the ways I could change and become someone new While the wings of the plane tilt for landing I already miss it, the sagebrush, the heat The
NaPoWriMo #14 - Deserted Deserted This is a list Of every person I watched Walk by my house on Saturday morning I hope next April This list is longer
NaPoWriMo #13 - Left Behind Left Behind When I was 7 or 8 I would wait in the car Outside the grocery store Or the bank And cry In fear I’d been abandoned Not by mom But by You Because I’d been told You would come Unannounced To take the good Or, when
NaPoWriMo #12 - Jeanne's Voices A found poem made from the chapter headings and illustration captions found in the book “The Children’s Joan of Arc”. Jeanne’s voices The peasant maid of Domrémy a baby girl She knelt weeping and prayed garlands of wild flowers The battle “I am only a poor girl” From
NaPoWriMo #11 - Birdsong The birds have no idea What’s been going on Here they are on the Monday Morning of the world Singing I sit in outside in crisp April air Caught between seasons Thaw-freeze breath and Coffee steam rising like incense The birds have no idea When they snap the silence
NaPoWriMo #10 - Wonderful Ed's Blood-Red Cardinal Easter Sunday I lay in bed and watch helpless as A fresh blanket of snow covers Spring’s progress White White White I scan my bedroom for the brightest thing The blood-red breast of a cardinal Perched on the top closet shelf Carved from scrap wood In the ramshackle backyard
NaPoWriMo #9 - Your Voice Gave Out On Good Friday Reading the gospel Your voice gave out When they laid him in the tomb The finality of it The silence Of flesh forsaken by spirit Tragic as a fallen child The Smell of myrrh The Weeping mother The Hollow wind The Naked sky
NaPoWriMo #8 - Maybe God is Self-Isolating Maybe God is Self-Isolating This morning I lay in bed half-awake and try to pray into silence The first words I hear “Maybe God is self-isolating” Maybe It certainly feels that way to me and has For a long while now Long before all of this began If you have
NaPoWriMo #7 - Watch This poem was written using only excerpts from the headlines and descriptions of the videos presented to me by the Facebook Watch algorithm on April 7, 2020. Watch Looking to unwind tonight? Stay home Still in pyjamas Here’s a new video My 80’s inspired ode to social distancing
NaPoWriMo #6 - Cloud Cloud This morning I watch a pillar of cloud pass By the picture window I am opening the eyes of the living room To another frozen dawn Framed above by icy daggers dripping from the eaves Below by a monotone whitewash of snow Yet another ritual on Yet another Monday
NaPoWriMo #5 - Photograph Photograph How did that photograph Reach through my screen and shake me Awake Into tears? Why this one image? Sepia toned Hand-pulled print Pointing always to its maker Who laboured over details for a year This perfect balance of shadow and shine Every mark a witness to some moment Made
NaPoWriMo #4 - The Good Stuff The Good Stuff You’d like to think you could hoard the good stuff Store it up in the bunker for when you need it most But you can’t You don’t even know what it is You always grab the wrong things You have no idea What will
NaPoWriMo #3 - Glitch Glitch Every Pixelated pause Stuttered stream Warbled wave Every Can you h Can Can yi ear me? Can bout now? How bout now? Good? I can hear you Maybe Every Garbled glitch a gift To remind me The real crisis is connection.
