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Annabel Lee
One night last week, at a poetry workshop, I wrote something that isn’t ready to post. Cowards get a bad rap but sometimes we spare others as well as ourselves. Instead, for this final day of National Poetry Month, I’ll post a posthumous poem. It’s the last one ever written by Edgar Allan Poe. Annabel… Read more
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Little Pink Shoes
I played this song last night at Pete’s Candy Store in Brooklyn. I wrote it last summer; it was the first song I wrote after quitting Late Model Humans. It’s called Little Pink Shoes. Any time she hears bad newsShe just puts on her little pink shoesAnd this world of decayTurns into one she can… Read more
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Making the Adjustment – FHONY #6
Joe had never felt so unsure. Each step he’d taken, from the very first ones into his mother’s arms, seemed to make perfect sense. Until now. He found himself in the middle of a wide open field with no indication of the direction his feet should follow. What would the lion do, Joe wondered,… Read more
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Too Old to be Too Young to Die
There’s nothing wrong with getting old. The alternative, obviously, is dying before you get old, which sounds great in a rock’n’roll song but kind of sucks for the people gathered around your casket. I’m too old now to be too young to die and there’s something to be said for reaching that milestone (even if… Read more
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Everybody Lies – Mike’s Musical Monday
When you lose something you’re supposed to go back to the last place you remember seeing it. It’s been a couple of months since I’ve written a song so I went back to Reichenbach Hall where I spent a few lunch hours last year sitting at the bar, writing lyrics. I found this one waiting… Read more
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The New Normal
The shadows of the trees are getting longer now, and meaner.Pretty soon they’ll kill us all and dance on our graves. The piano sat for a long time in silence waiting for someone to speak its language and when you did,When you touched its face as softly as the air,It only spat at you. The… Read more
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