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  • The Price

    All knowledge comes at a price.  When the cost is ignorance, it’s a bargain but when it demands more –  innocence or fidelity or faith –  it can be unaffordable.  Sometimes knowledge exacts its price from unwilling hands,  at the point of violence. Read more

  • Her Little Fingers

    Her little fingers almost pudgy, but not quite, grasp at something beyond her reach and, instead, touch me Read more

  • It’s Funny How Beautiful

    I It’s funny how beautiful the world looks this morning In the glow of a love as ancient and inevitable as the rising sun The day after a show, or something equally profound, Hums and crackles with a renewed belief in the ability Of ideas and passions to share their strength Across times that share… Read more

  • Every generation…

    Every generation produces a group of artists fueled by and strung out on drugs, sex, poverty, and other forms of desperation and desire who create something entirely new. Subsequent generations produce those who copy the original group, note for note, word for word, stroke for stroke, and believe they are carrying on the tradition of… Read more

  • Fragments of Innocence

    When I was young I had to earn my knowledge by exposing myself to painful, heartbreaking experience. In old age, knowledge requires equal tenacity in shielding my remaining fragments of innocence. Read more

  • The Swallowtail Jig

    It is presumed that The Swallowtail Jig was written in the middle of the Nineteenth Century and came to America with the Irish migrant caravan of that era. It is also known as The Dancingmaster and both names come from the men’s coat that forks in the back like the tail of the swallow.   Here… Read more