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This is a virtual location where I store timed writing exercises, that I don't hate. 

Timed writing exercises have become an important part of my songwriting process over the last few years.

I conduct them on my own, or in workshops, with others. The Titles are the "Topics" - Some, I have chosen; Some have been chosen by others. 

"Words are not in the power of men; men are in the power of words" - Herman Bahr

February 4, 2019

Shifting a vision, here

Hoping for a better version 

We need a chain reaction 

Losing time but gaining traction 

Throwing shadows tall 

to hide in 

Growing coarser still 

with guidance 

Days that begin in the dark

end in flames, 

Blinding and unhinged 

it's our new game 

Counting...

October 8, 2018

Pink tile 

Silver faucet

On 25th Street, 

where she lost it

Blue skies

Bitter tasting 

Nothing free 

or overrated

Tempted fate

swallowed haste 

filled the buzzing part

with interface

One one knee

A second pulse

The very least 

make you pay the most

Taken back, 

or given back? 

Fallen as...

August 15, 2018

Be it all the ways we divide

Be it the loudest voice in the crowd

That pleading stomp stomp. Be it

the 'Yeehaw'

The torpid cacophony we are afraid of

May it succeed this time

If we're lucky

Yes, only if we're lucky

To speak, perchance to choke

on all of this pride, finally 

She...

August 7, 2018

The older the city, at sunrise -

original creeps been walking the streets

after crawling the ceilings

Still looking for love 

like a winning lotto;

like feet on hot asphalt 

strings of rubber and sunburn

You're baby's that weak knee'd knockout-

twenty-four hours of return

The s...

July 17, 2018

Lone-star,

drippy silhouette girl

Let me hold you

Let me hold you

Lone-star,

dusty cinnamon curls

Let me hold you

In the palm of my hand

Now, strike up the band

'cause they're playing your tune

like a honky-tonkin'-sexed-up

rhythm and blues

And I can hear that snap

of a lonesome he...

July 12, 2018

Reminded how

I wished so hard for so long,

that I'd been born Kim Deal

I wished so hard for so long,

ever longing just to tell it how it feels

Tongue in gutter, yeah 

You better shudder, boy 

Wished so hard for so long

I'd been tougher

Not such a foolish lover

Can never see or h...

July 5, 2018

When we were floating, swimming, spinning,

were we speaking of the inner?

Felt the unwinding of a tether,

less than a free fall 

You would drink away the pressure,

hiding out behind the heather-

Did you think I wouldn't notice you gone?

Fireflies turned the yard into hot Chri...

July 5, 2018

Running late again for soundcheck

But no one will tell us where the cover went

Because it didn't hit my paypal

Make it up - a tale - it got sent 

At the institute, the sleepy cat came to check me out

They shook their heads, Franklin, they said

Don't do things like that - he...

April 4, 2018

There's no permanence in always going

Oh, but there's beauty in the never knowing 

The scenery that's always changing 

While the waves seen from the shore

Are always raging 

And while the sea for me 

is always calling 

Want to shed this skin and 

Crawl to him

I am the Swimmer 

I...

April 4, 2018

Butter was always brown at home.

As a child I remember it brown - 

Constantly swirling around cast iron skillets

Bubbling, crackling, cackling, hissing

angry puddles in pan corners

and half empty plates.

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