Writer • Musician
Jesus smiled at me when I decided to no longer pray Go out into the lands, said he Go out and I’ll be there on the other side I’ll be holding your walking shoes You and me, we were meant for great things And we’ll go out together The invincible church consists of all human …
A marching band parades down an old Italian street of cobblestone dressed in black, Mourning ecstasy and the promise that they will not see it lived out. But they march on, baptizing all the children in the World War psalm.
Ode to Ralph L. Marvin Tonight was rowdy, inside was calm The winds hold steady A festival in His palm Looked at the bookstore Some holy land for posing, aging, clinging intellectuals Looking like fishermen Their last disguise Twenty-first century prophets hiding Looking for some youthful eyes They’ve got some last words from the wise …
Watering house plants, absent of circumstance, Every morning looking brighter, Nightfall and a love re-inspired. This is my garden, In which I have all my treasure. I hear a sound from behind the mountain, And from the flower bed, I derive my greatest pleasure I have memories and flashing thoughts Visiting dreams that, come the …
This morning I see the sun reigning over me Always there for me seemingly Where were you dear sun when I saw no light? Where were you brave one when I was lost in the night? Where were you great shepherd when I lost comfort and sight? Where were you mighty hero? I wasn't born …
Racing down from the forests of Arden Racing down into a mystical night Racing down across the dark, desert highway Racing down fantastical youth I thought I saw a glimmer of summer I thought I saw a flash of youth I thought I saw my smiling mother I thought I saw the sun peaking through …
He's a simple man that gets drunk at night and falls on the floor gazing at his magnificent armchair. It was his father's before it was his, and his father's father before that. It has endured into this third generation now and Harold often finds himself admiring it more affectionately than he admires almost anything. …
Beverly Blvd., West Los Angeles Woke up at dawn this morning hoping to get a little extra work done but I don't know if I even wrote a page worth. I imagined myself kicking back in some cool breeze sort of dawn romance and typing away at the new story I'm working on, but no …
Venice Beach, CA Audition today for some print work in Venice Beach, which will be a first for me. These mornings in early November are among the greatest that can be experienced in human existence. They are best out in the west coast, where they last longer, for back in Florida you're lucky if they …
Hollywood Blvd. Stepped outside and noticed that my neighbor took the one little plant I had out in front of my door and placed it among the ten or so she had. She must've thought it was hers, or just felt so bad for the thing in light of the little care it had received …
wooooaaaa baby! Hahahahaha Thonight was a real gas and I hope to skip along the rain soaked alleys and green lit avenues in the western night beneath wondferul blue lit stars once more. Come with me baby and see the oppourtbniteeis that await us all. Kive your purple fog!!!! C'mon let me see it shine …
Studio City, CA I thought I saw Joan Baez in the parking garage beneath the Santa Monica supermarket, but it turned out to be nothing more than some woman who looked just like her. The air was unusually cold outside and it had rushed into the subterranean car lot via the escalator that peaked out …
Hollywood Blvd. Such a strange sadness to the night when it's spent in the quiet confines of your apartment, spent wondering whether others are in the same situation or are out enjoying the city and one another. Yet the greatest of these odd sorrows lies in the fact that the great day has indeed ended …
Hollywood Blvd. Interviewer: Good Evening Mr. Phillips. Gordon Phillips: Good Evening Tom. Interviewer: This is quite a busy time for you as your new book on President John F. Kennedy comes out tomorrow. My first question for you tonight is why you felt compelled to write it... Phillips: Sure Interviewer: ...There have been a great …
There has always been a strange wave of inspiration that hides in cool autumn mornings, and it comes two-fold in the hills of California. The commitment to folk music--writing it and playing it and maybe listening to it--is difficult to maintain throughout the year. Especially throughout the spring and summer. Yet now all the youth …
‘The Way of the World’ came out four years ago when the ways of the world were somewhat different. For one it was just beginning its descent into economic chaos and Bin Laden was still alive. The book focuses mainly on international relations in the post 9/11 era and America’s role in a world that …
After searching endlessly for a spot in the ocean of a parking lot and joining the hundred or so other people who had parked illegally, I trekked over to the amphitheater. Carnival lights began to rise before the setting sun as the masses gathered before the entrance. I saw steam rising from inside, and only …
No key representative or figurehead is leading Occupy Wall Street, and any public figure who has participated in it has been dwarfed by the sea of citizens who, frankly, aren’t looking for a leader. Therein lies the key to what has escalated throughout the country in the past month. It has been patronized by government …
Morning route along Hollywood Blvd. It's maybe a 15 minute walk to the Chinese Theatre, taking place along this comfy scene that many wouldn't associate with the famous street. So it's all something like night and day on either side of La Brea. On this side you're more likely to run into a dog on …
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I once held a theory that what motivated people to vote was merely a perverse sense of competition perpetuated by the two-party system, and that most of us had little to no idea what the candidates represented or what they planned to do, and that we were instead attracted mostly to the idea of the …
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