Letters #4 Bookstores

John K King Used and Rare Books in Detroit, Michigan takes the cake. I love bookstores. Can’t get enough of them. Even if I spend all day in one, I can probably revisit that same shop the next day and still have a great time. To me, a bookstore is a worthy alternative to traveling, …

Letters #3 — Unconventional Prose and poetry

It's more than being good with words. To write well, you have to be receptive to the things going on around you and within you. The second part came naturally to me while the first part, the technique, took more time and practice. Quite a few years. I still haven’t perfected it, but eventually I …

You know the title

No more fear. Fear is a con offered by those who don’t realize they’re peddling it to begin with, there's too much fear so please lead with love No more fear. We can identify a problem But don’t have to lose our head or compassion and respect love spirit If we are the problem Then …

Paradise.lies

Paradise lies belongs to us all, and If He were alive He’d be in the slums, the projects, wandering in the food deserts of the world stepping foot in mega churches only to tell everyone in them how full of shit they are he'd be outlawed, named a disturber of the peace now just as …

Take Me to the River – New Orleans

I was born in Miami, lived there till I was about three, then lived in the western end of Broward County outside the Everglades, right on the borderline of that greater swampland running from the southern tip of the peninsula to Lake Okeechobee. New Orleans felt like an extension of that in some way, maybe …

At an ol’ familiar haunt

I just had one of the most fantastic breakfasts of my life, and After a good long wait I’m a changeling back on the scene not a moment too soon here with my people, this Saturday morning through the early afternoon sipping my coffee late in October, for Halloween’s a-coming and the air is cool …

The Only Sin I Ever Committed

The only sin I ever committed was stepping away from who I am as if it was ever necessary in order to love others. We create, express who we are and meet at the overlap The courtyard we call democracy jazz love. -- The world’s customs and perspectives are changing, the resistance to it is …

for Louis

as you march 'long the block through the alleys of your hometown the walls of the battlefield frame the arrival of your song, as the mighty trumpet sounds for Ella Mae Armstrong this young boy a child favorite son of New Orleans leads the choir his first band, hey! off the banks of the Mississippi …

total.bliss

Total bliss is recognition of the unity in all things -where the danger of grouping is that it’s limiting -universal truths needn’t be pigeonholed, exclusive This existence belongs to all The difference is who sees and who does not that there is no difference at all except for that which defines the individual making each …

Amadeus LIVE

LA taxi cab latin beats thundering beneath as the sun sets over town leading to the Hollywood Bowl it's late in summer at the amphitheater this old film feels brand-new the orchestra readies neath the silver screen for Amadeus: life of a jealous colleague and conspirator we’re here people of the city gathered again both …

You Are America

People are losing the human touch that sense of the real visceral rapturous experience. They long for it again. Bring us an acoustic guitar and light a match to the fire pit, turn over our furniture and let’s dance around the bonfire. We’ll paint tomorrow morning and get to work I’ll make the coffee You …

The east is history. The west is myth. (Tales of two: east and west)

This morning here we are on the FTL flight to LAX, heading west. The west: romantic, epic, and mythological. The west, prolonging the morning. Keeping the day young. In the pre-Columbian past, east and west didn't exist in these terms, not like we think of them today. To the Europeans, all of America might have …

Graveyard Gangster Film

Last night I saw a film A gangster film in a graveyard. no shit, with wild children seeking to be yet still tamed without seeing but knowing. Shall we dance just like this? Liberated and in-step with ahead and behind and top and bottom where all are merely one repeating in breathing, rhyming in its …

The Switzerland Papers #1: High Times at the Funny Farm

Interlaken, Switzerland I rode into Interlaken at sundown and spent my first and only night there at the Funny Farm.  That’s the youth hostel where I booked my stay, because with a name like that, it was hard to resist.   Interlaken’s a resort town made for the outdoors and for the outdoor enthusiast—not exactly …

Letters #1: On writing

Like just about anything creative, it's a river. Or stepping into one. And once you're in it, you let it take you.   You might exert some of your own will onto it but ultimately when things are going best, it's the river that decides.  And it speaks through you as well as to you, …

Letters #2: Influences

When you’re starting out you may find that there are many writers and musicians whose work you dig, but I'd keep an eye out for those who really knock your socks off, who make you want to dance naked in the street, howl at the moon and make love to strangers; who, when you read …

I’m going back in

I’m going back in where things are seen by stepping back and laying low staying loose, ready to go this is only a pome, but we’re on the move never free bound to earth to make the scene just breath and see dance and dwell right in your beat there you’ll see it’s you and …

Who Profits?

Words & Music by Ren Michael I need a good friend Who goes on more than instinct Though when you show me the source Don’t pretend not to blink You claim to report But now you tell me what to think I’m over it man I’m here the brink I’ll see you at home I’ll …

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