Words & Music

by Mike Power

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  • Actual photo of me coming home from work

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  • The Trees of the City

    The trees of the city – not the ones in the parks but the ones in the sidewalks and courtyards, surrounded by concrete – watch over us the way elders do, with endless patience and indulgence. They say, “It is possible to survive even the strangulation of your roots.” They say, “Make a home in… Read more

  • Comfort

    I don’t know what clean is anymore But I know I’m not there And I don’t know if I’ll ever make it back  I remember pieces of things that had some kind of Meaning I need help to put those pieces together  Sometimes at night when I can’t fall asleep I watch the pieces falling… Read more

  • The Fire Next Time

    Anger has its uses. It can be a spur to confronting injustice or a vent for righteous frustration. Anger is like lust: it’s an honest emotion. There’s no time to overthink the impulse. The best you can do is control it and try to deny how insanely good it feels to let it off the… Read more

  • The Garden of Eden

    if you’re out there in the ether somewhere listening, looking, absorbingi want you to know that I know you have entered the garden of edeni was there once myselfisn’t it the most wonderful place?you can’t stay forever but when you’re there a moment can feel like foreveri hope you get to live there and love… Read more

  • A Joke

    I got a little dark yesterday. School shootings can do that to a person. Today I’ll share a joke from a book I’m reading, The Evenings by Gerard Reve.   Gerard Reve, joker         At this school they were going to take a photograph of the whole class, but the little poor boy wasn’t allowed… Read more