FROM WHERE I STAND
Step in the Puddle
A Poem and Two Songs
The two short pieces that follow are a new sound for me, discovered, of course, by accident, making a guitar type picking style with with an added piano for the lead lines, which are also accidental. Love those happy accidents.
And yet, one more song
This one is an awkward conversation between the piano and the strings. Not an argument, really, but coming to terms.
Old Wisdom and More Music
This is a lament for all the people I’ve lost. Turn the volume down. It’s a lament.
Opening Lines and a song
Here are a couple of openings for stories. If you want the whole story, you have to beg.
1. When Dan got assigned to type Dr. Cozen’s thirty thousand page biblical study manuscript it was the worst day of his life. Why, oh why, did he brag about being a champion typist? Who cared if he out-typed everyone but the teacher? He could have kept it to himself.
But the day he had to start typing the theological drudge was the same day that Mr. Tinsley’s lion got loose.
2. Dan’s family had grown accustomed to the question “Where am I?” after five years of Granddad’s presence in their home, having come from the Nebraska sand hills to the mountainside Ranch. That, along with the daily queries concerning the whereabouts of his long-dead cousin Mabel in “Mussoura” and the sod house he’d built in “Nebraski,” framed the reality in which he moved. His brain riddled with plaques, distant memories bubbled up constantly, but the last two decades were gone forever. Dan was just sixteen, perplexed to see him so confused.
But the question, “Is it okay if I wipe my nose with this tissue?” caught Dan off guard.