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 …
On the move…
When I'm on the move, I write in verse Small poems to most accurately or honestly reflect the things going on around me, and how I feel about those things Often times, most of the time, these poems aren't any good But other times, they turn out alright. Simple. To the point. Just getting the …
Oh America!
In the cold, narrow streets of old Santa Fe a secluded, warm cafe I contemplate America how as a boy I never thought once of the name until I saw the desert gazed at the sun rising slow outside Roswell a state road, no other cars drove, I am there, I am here I saw …
An Elderly Man Dreams of Spain
He's broken down, exhausted, his back in great pain But his heart is resolved, inside's thunder and rain. And though his feet can't carry the weight of his motion He looks east and is merry for the promise 'cross the ocean. He dreams of Madrid and Seville, and the running of the Bulls Pamplona, Barcelona, …
You’re There
In every night In every star, you're there In every tree and every song, you're there And I hear your voice echo 'cross every pine needle fallen, Your name so sweet and fair, you're there. I remember the touch of your skin The glow of your youthful smile Your laugh like soft music to me …
The Crystal Ship (And I Love Her)
Parla Più Piano (Speak Softly Love)
Well pass me the wine, Sophia Loren... 😉
Folsom Prison Blues
I done got myself thrown in jail. But I played the ol' boys a song and posted my bail...I sang my way to freedom!
An actor, like a rolling stone.
My foray into acting began after returning from Portland last year. It was around that time that I took a hiatus from writing. I won't know if the break was a good idea until later. For now, I'll begin to explain where I've been. Though it's always been in Los Angeles. My city. Listening to …
Jesuit Impressions
This morning I’m reading the autobiography of Mark Twain, and I’m finding that the man is a rambler like me. Much to my relief. I am debating at the same time whether I should attend mass this morning, thinking about how it will be my first time going in more than two years. I’m thinking …
So easy
We'll see how long this can go. Typing this from my phone since sleep for the moment is harder to come by. I've long thought that writing through a phone would be impossible, that I would never even try to do it. But so far it's proving easier than I thought. The only other thing …
Highway Candles
Halloween lighter candles Sing soft of the night. Under the eyes of graceful angels They illuminate the highway In the cafes of Montclair Patrons gather round the fire. And they raise a toast to one another Quiet faith, human beauty inspired. And to the mountain, watching, looming And to the stars of its divine crown, …
The Magic Tea House and the Blue Tiger
I caught the tale gleam deep in your eyes That showed the trail of the elusive Blue Tiger, Who slinks and prowls from the light of the moon And leads those chosen, marked in primordial fire I've got a sword that I forged once in a dream, That lies at my side in the still …
The Priest and the Young Showman
the actor waits in the airport terminal flight comes in at night people pass laugh and stare together and bless the night Enter the preacher against the sinking sun breathing deep he's dressed in black Says he's from the church of St. James with a thick gold chain and a Stetson hat Preacher says I …
A Friend in the Dungeons of Babylon
When I saw the eyes of a faithful friend Welcoming over the fire, I saw the warmth of human heaven Arrive to me, long desired. And it was through treacherous rain and deep ravines that I clung true to the sight; When I slept amongst wolves and fiends, My lost friends, these children of the …
Looks Like Life in Your Eyes II
Jude Moonlight~ I got back into town around an hour ago and I saw that the place had been overrun with pigeons and gossip. So I kept moving and came upon a white moon glistening over the red sands. Summer falls behind arriving summer trains. And I fall in love with an amber rain and …
Looks like life in your eyes…
Jude Moonlight ~ The baker wore a mustache and he smiled to me and he said, "Where you been, dear boy? What you been up to?" I said, "I been here, dear man. I been here, I got stuck on a girl and I can't get her off of my mind." And he said that'll …
Warm Company
The afternoon counter he stands behind, The baker awaits the seven days' chimes. He's reminded of beauty, smiling through a long life. And to blue skies he stands to rise, With tears of joy, which stream from his eyes. He's an Englishman, born in the West End, he says. "Like to go back again, but …
Stationhouse Blues
Words and Music by Ren Michael As the trains they roll on by Ignorant of that gleam in you eye I thought I heard the whisper of the rain I turn around and the same passerby, gray concrete remains These tracks, these tunnels I might call home Though somewhere another light had once shone In …
Sweet Cassandra (Fire Child)
Words and Music by Renny Michael Like finding a river after walking through hills of sand, I saw this girl, and reached out to grab her hand. When you stood surrounded by city shadow, how many knew your name? You dancing child, city ghost, staring through the dark like a sacred flame? I'm just …
Ren Michael 