October 27, 2010
I remember the wind when it comes in gusts. If you only believe in one thing; it should be the wind. It is everywhere. It is cold. I almost fell over all day. The people downstairs play their loud music into the wind. I wrote this song away from the microphone and let the wind take it into the machine.
I hope you enjoy my first song as a husband.
October 6, 2010
Listen. I cannot stop. And. Will not stop. As long as we keep our hands within a grasp. Just for a second, breathe, and listen to these words, and listen to me, and let us be us. I love you.
September 14, 2010
There are four more weeks. These weeks are what I have until I am married. Kristen is starting her second week at Depaul. She is teaching four classes and taking three. So, all I can do during these nights is think. Think about what she means to this life and what she means to me. I believe fully that she is me, and I am her. We are each other.
I just want you to know this. Please listen with headphones if you can.
I love you.
September 4, 2010
I wouldn’t deny that the day has my number. I’m chased by it. Friendly perhaps, but chased is still a feeling like sunk. Every now and then I stand on circles just whispering to repeat myself. Another song today.
Tell the one you love you have them in your heart. And tell them I say hello.
September 3, 2010
Kristen seems to have flown to Buffalo. They say 6 weeks is a little more than a month. They say that the wind starts to fall during these days, and there isn’t as much atmosphere in our mouths.
I might miss everything you are for the next day. I might also admit that I have been listening to a lot of Alasdair Roberts and Will Oldham.
August 25, 2010
Oh no. The time and the place are all one now. Oh goodness. I guess a poem now…
We are under just a wrapper of ourselves,
our asses hanging out
like whisper against the ground-
stone at night that paves our driveway.
I, under assumption, have you railed
against the nailing chandelier made
up of warm pebbles during dusk
We all stood outside during rain
but none of us questioned our methods.
We had what was called a mother
and we used a railing
like all of the motherfuckers
but we never put or re-put our fucking mouths
back into brightly colored clipboards.
I have to remember this:
I stand on my own shitpile
(one word is shitpile)
and have only the stomped ground
compressed like organs
tuned to counterpoint.
August 17, 2010
Humid and beautiful. Just cooling off. Forgive my voice. It has been lost for a week now. I love every one of you.
July 28, 2010
Kristen is laying on the bed. Her feet are where the air and wall meet. Her face is just wonderful. I never worry about our love.
I wrote a song about humidity and about familial love.
May 9, 2010
Well, it is Mother’s Day. Kristen is in Buffalo with her family. I wish I was there. The sun is beautiful this time of year. There are lawnmowers outside. Those helicopter seedlings are flying down. It’s quite lovely.
Happy Mother’s Day to everyone.
Here is a song. I love you all.