Original Poetry – mountainbreakfast

New Music

Here are two pieces I’ve been waiting to put in the blog. The first (Theme 42) is an experimental piece. The second (Theme 160) is called “The Last Hours.”

Theme 42

Theme 160 “The Last Hours”

Two New Compositions and a Ballad

The first composition, below, Theme 52, is probably the first “song” I ever wrote, assisted by Bruce Markkula, when I was about 18 years old. A guitar duet, I recreated it with garage band pianos. The second is Theme 74, which I call “Turn Around” because the tiny first line, which recurs, sounds like that.

The Creation Story

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Poetry: Birdwatching

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Hey! Diddly Dee! A Pirate’s Life for Me

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The Epic Ballad of Hoylet and Loodine

A Morality Tale in Pentametric Couplets

Three New Poems

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Well, many years ago, before computers and the internet, I wrote a short story about a man who carried an enormous length of garden hose up a mountain with the goal of starting a siphon to run water from a lake to his cabin below. His only friend, a water attorney (?!?!), warned him that stealing water could get him in a lot of trouble. But, undeterred by this cautionary advice, he proceeded to climb to the lake and start the siphon. Meanwhile, his friend cooked breakfast in the cabin below. By the time the hose was hooked up, his friend had set fire to the kitchen and lost control of his wits. Just when it looked like the cabin would be burned to ashes, the hose began blasting water, and he was able to save the house. This was the first of several short-short stories in a series that I called Mountain Breakfast, in which each tale involved cooking or eating breakfast in the wild. It was all about humans, all about nature, and all about human nature. I’m still at it, still hiking and thinking and writing tales, although they’re longer now, and not about eating breakfast.

Tag: Original Poetry

Music and a poem.

If I Only Had a Song

Writing Songs