Writer • Musician
Only Love For me there is only the road. Sometimes I think it's the only real home for me listening to good music and digging every new place I see and all the old places too with the sun in my eyes and above me the moon and the stars. It's a real sweet spot, …
I think I’ll be living in Santa Fe soon picture me walking ‘long a New Mexico road that Pueblo adobe & streetlights of candlit brown paper bags on a winters night me and the moon and You standing before St. Francis cathedral yea I can see it I can see that being my little midnight …
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I write on the backs of napkins I write on scraps of tissue paper for you ought to not sweat the fancy jet the time yet, no or the old lessons of propriety don't stack that shelf full of fancy volumes, neither no, don't overload the head with journals with their pages crisp and clean …
I was thinking about Headspace and how it was the real introduction to mediation for me. I think it’s a great app for the beginner, and it does a wonderful job at making something long-considered esoteric more approachable and welcoming. I started in the early Spring of 2016 and I continued meditating consistently for the …
This is the first song that I recorded, chopped and produced on my own, the first that I had fully ready to go even before the debut album, However, at the time, it didn’t quite fit with the rest of the songs on deck, and I was more keen on releasing a full album …
Tucked away on California’s central coast, just a mile or so south of San Simeon leading into Big Sur, the small seaside village of Cambria is home to great people, beautiful weather and stunning coastal shoreline. For all you romantic lovers out there looking for a sweet spot for anniversaries or maybe your Valentines weekend, …
I read your words late this morning to rock and roll in the living room booming, resounding as clouds roll, overcast in mysterious oncoming afternoon daze......... Are we here? Is everybody in? Is that working now. Is it just me? Do I type too fast? I am just? Trying to type my poem, for Kerouac …
The New York Times sat down with each of the 2020 Democratic candidates a few months back and asked them the question: "Does anybody deserve to have a billion dollars?" Deserve might be a strong word, but still, let's say that person is an extremely virtuous, all-around beautiful human being with a heart of gold …
1917 is a story about two British soldiers in World War I sent by their commanding general to warn another battalion, currently preparing an assault on German forces, that they are in fact walking into a trap and playing right into the hands of the enemy. One of the two soldiers has a brother in …
Note from the Editor: Cal Corso. Actor, poet, frenetic wild child and the natural leader of this band of hooligans. Orphaned as a small boy and raised by his aunt. Moved to California in 2017 accompanied by Jude Moonlight where he fell in with an odd assortment of characters and has since been leapfrogging from …
I keep reading about your life wanting to know more and see, increasingly how much one can learn from you, by your example. your level of commitment your discipline, vision your athleticism and focus a keen intellect. with respect to your craft and further… a heightened awareness of self a devotion to your family and …
Well friends it’s been a busy year. I’ve been trying to write my book, and fortunately I’ve been able to do more than just try. I've actually finished my first manuscript. Yea man, in between the extremes of do or do not, I've opted for the positive. Yoda would be happy. The songs are coming …
Last night I stepped into a carnival. Quite literally. We were coming in from downtown and as we emerged from the LA underground at the Santa Monica/Vermont metro station we found ourselves surrounded by neon lights and funnel cake, bumper cars and clowns. The damn clowns. Anyone who knows me well knows that I’ve developed …
pure unbridled, uncompromising romance, yes it's falling to your knees, and opening your heart to everything you think you know, and ultimately before all which is unknown this is a Hail Mary before Mary, and every other sacred mother and daughter to the vast and darkest wilds you can swim in through eternity by looking, …
I can feel myself drifting farther from you a glass plane framed between us in a cold, dark room I can’t feel myself breathe neither, no just a weight in my chest bringing me down I can’t catch my breath where have my friends gone? how long can I go? I feel used up, wasted …
The Hungarian rhapsody by dear ol' friend Franz Liszt as I've read the words aloud to myself and feel that I might recite them all as they become bonded to my own in soul, as I proclaim this new music of ours o'er the cliffs of Cambria at Moonstone Beach, as my forebears brought me …
typing late at night the halls are silent kitchen’s quiet, all I hear is the tapping of the keys the low hum of the fridge and the sound of the lonesome rider driving in the night, as ever down Normandie I hear him the lone rider he’s outside my window waiting not quite lonely, no …
Yea I’m grateful to breathe at the least, and hey I've got my lady with me as she calls out rigatoni, time to eat it’s you and me, baby with our pup Sunny and a box of kleenex I’m grateful for you for our friends and our family and like I say thankful just to …
have the ashes settled over discord & broken glass to take a stand? as the storm approaches equalizing all to a barren land and surely, we know we must, and so shall we trust one another invest in eachother to save ourselves our home? this globe here we are, we stand alone I know but …
the city's alive you best believe you can look into its eyes you can feel it breathe city of night, so open and lonesome the quiet scream I'm still waking from the long strung-out dreams you see once again I’s tricked just like I said I's bamboozled in the moonlight, as she’d met some other …
Ren Michael 