What stirs, you phantom, in the dead of the night? When the wonderous winter has yet to set When the lackadaisical summer still sweetens the
Censored by Demonic Possession
A few days late, I write this Halloween poem. Dedicated to those forced into silence by clandestine attack. The words bemoan, shattered the tone. Lives
Cascading water
Thunder hail The clouds are heavy In the spring air Whatever the weather Where ever it goes It’s late April so snow? Caregivers they heal
No back room deals
No sly sell out plots The wars on abroad At home we were bought Our resistance rarely spills over Cause a few bucks buys our
Music is a Universal Language: An Interview with Music Producer Elan Morrison
2019 Elan Morrison, the famed Hollywood music producer, was sitting on a concrete bench carved into a retaining wall at the entrance to Wattles Canyon,
I wake up in the morning
And the birds chirp outside The days of terror we pray Will leave us behind In the winter this year We whistled and stopped The