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 …
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 …
Interwoven Dreams
The guitar case bears the sacred marks from where you've been Not too far but you've got the scars The stars at night still grin You look out yonder and see bright green Deep in the swamps of mud memory That one summers eve, outside New Orleans long before Yosemite and the mighty Sequoia trees …
Song for Billie
You sang summertime so sweet, darling Bille Your voice, rich like syrup, delicate lily and they call you Lady Day But to me your just...Billie Angel, your tired eyes, wise magnificent skin, lips like a rose in the state you're in, no I can't approach you I can't touch you for you are holy But …
Ren Michael 