Lorenzo Bartolomeo Giuseppe Francesco di Cremona
The violin began speaking during rehearsal, which at first was blamed on exhaustion. The conductor froze when the instrument, resting innocently in its chair, sighed and said, “Could we perhaps […]
the way rain knows rust
The monkey played harmonicabeside the highway diner sign,small hands gripping metallike a secret he could almost translate. Truckers stopped laughing first.Then the children.Then even the waitress carrying coffeepaused beneath the […]
made of sound
Bart heard it in voices the way others hear pitch. A kind of emotional dissonance. At first he ignored it. Then he started writing songs about it. Observational ones. Fragments […]
just enough to notice
It disappeared in Vancouver. One minute it was there, leaning where I left it, case with familiar scuff. Next minute not. No witness step forward. Someone said it was probably […]
missed flight
He woke up calmly. That was the problem. No panic, no jolt just a soft awareness that something had been forgotten. Then the clock. Then the realization that the flight […]
100%
A song about discipline, about holding the line, about choosing clarity over chaos. Simple enough to remember and strong enough to travel. People recognized themselves in it. That is how […]
mock interrogation
A friend put me through a mock interrogation to prepare the PhD defense tomorrow. His questions were excellent, sharp, thoughtful, direct, the sort of questions that make you grateful and […]
the bastards
He speaks about it with so much precision listeners suspect he is confessing rather than observing, even though he is only reporting what he witnessed over years on the road […]
woman w guitar
She lifts the guitar a second breathits wooden curve familiar as handstrings hold maps of years, love, deatheach fret she’s learned to understand Her fingers press where memory residesnot thinking […]
small trespasses
They begin as small trespassesa voice leaning closer than speech,a chord that admits what the mouth won’t.Love songs promise forever in borrowed light,folding ordinary days into something luminous,teaching the heart […]