A Song a Day

A song for the last days of travel this time. I prepare to return home. City, Country, Stone Building nowthe weight of absence so many layersso far from the sourceyour …

As I pondered the relationship and the difference between pebbles and sand I realised eventually, that sand is sand largely because of the kind of stone it comes from, and …

Well, the rollocking Red Mary finally found her way through. I think the spirit of the pirate Barbarossa remained after sitting in the grounds of that fortress. Here’s a song …

While I wrangle with Red Mary, I pulled together a couple of other pieces from the pebble, stone and sand series that I’m writing. This one calls to mind the …

More thoughts of wind and stone and sea as I wander through lanes and these old stone walls and see the the port. More stone, holding back the ocean. Stone …

Today, following themes of grit and gumption, necessary strings on every woman’s wiley bow, I found myself remembering Penelope, the wife of Odysseus. While not all modern women think that …

I couldn’t get from poetic writing back to songwriting today. It took me hours, and luckily, a few poems to which I can return. Yet I still can’t really tell …

Perhaps it is a poem I wrote today. Contemplation on a stone. Perhaps a spoken word with instruments behind, undulating, rising, falling, melody … clarinet, cello and sparse piano. I …

Changing things up a bit today I wanted something darker, more rowdy, a song to holler into the night at a drunken piano bar… Fin de Siècle There are spirits …

It’s always a challenge to set out not to rhyme in the usual pattern – songs usually rhyme, but poetry doesn’t need to. It’s often hard to hold onto uneven …