Writer • Musician
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtVSrBRmGQM&feature=youtu.be Music & Lyrics by Ren Michael, Copyright © 2017 As I listen to your wisdom and all the things you hold dear I hear the persistence of your resistance and your fears Though I’m just another daughter, just another son Grown old, grown young, I’m not the only one Well we’ve heard your …
Out in LA, one of my acting teachers would often remind me, along with anyone in class venting any sort of self-frustration, that Rome wasn’t built in a day. Though it was an obvious point, it was easy to forget. Few of the greats, if any at all, were incredible by day one. As a …
I'm a man deeply suspicious of creative how-to’s. That is, any book that advises me on how to approach anything creative. How to write well. How to act. How to draw. How to sing. I woke up this morning and worked on “The Morning Pages”, a daily writing exercise that demands three pages of whatever …
Broward County. I’ve known that name my whole life. Broward. Such a strange sound as I think about it and say it out loud, just a little under my breath. Broooowwwward. To me it’s always meant home. Even though, as I’ve said many times over the course of many writings throughout this young career of …
I first heard the song many years ago and like most people, I most often associated it with the Animals. Then I discovered they weren't the original writers and that Bob Dylan recorded the song before they did. But it wasn't long before I realized Dylan didn't write it either. He only recored it because …
The self-titled debut album "Ren Michael" is now available for download on all digital platforms. The story begins with a girl. She looks, casts one glance in the mirror and is gone no sooner than she arrived, her voice but a whisper as it echoes down the street, leaving the hero alone in the cold …
Every issue in politics, I once said, typically boils down to the fundamental, opposing forces of fear and faith. The faith I’m talking about isn’t religious faith, and that’s why I am skeptical to even use the word. To me, it has nothing to do with religion or even God, at least not the God …
In the wild cathedral evenings On the St. Petersburg canals Near the church at midnight they call 'Spilt Blood' I met a woman singing a song I knew too well She looked at me Her skin stark white a ghost alone, in the dark of the night She smiled at me Her eyes they gleamed …
If there’s anything that I try and avoid writing about, its writing. That being said, I’ll keep this beginning part short. For starters, I really don’t even think of myself as a writer at all. I’m no Hemingway or Kerouac or Walt Whitman. I don’t know how any of those guys fell into the …
As I make my Noon descent I hear my love's been packed and sent I can't be seen with her, she says I'm a blasphemer Though I try to be a good guy, she says every claim is a dirty lie I'm stone-cold, she says I walk down a dark road Oh Lord... Well grab …
I stopped in a small town somewhere in the desert for a quick breakfast. Then I drove farther north until I reached the last town before the mountains. I stopped there to fill up on gas and get supplies, which consisted mainly of sandwich bread, fruit, two cans of tuna and some peanut butter. Then …
I felt like a thief in the night. Maybe it was guilt, a sense that I was betraying someone, or something. I remember a sign, standing tall on the side of the highway while I was driving through the desert. “Blessed are they,” it said, “Who trust in Him.’ Four years ago, I moved to …
https://youtu.be/xXzZp0faoOI Words & Music By Ren Michael Come you princes and gamblers And I’ll tell you a tale About an unborn world From the cold winds of hell I think you will find That my story’s been told, indeed it’s centuries old And though I am young, You may know me quite well. They …
Ren Michael 