Tiny Stories

Without a sigh, or mournful speech, you left me drowning, pickled with sweetest drink, fallen, wheezing evaporating breath. I'm fa...

Here's a pop song about Borderline Personality Disorder. I'll get a recording up soon.   Her mood is a swinger's club and i...

Drunken Poem gleaming shards form polished lines upon sheets sewn with hazy mist dark raingathers awaiting purpose: the tumult slashes, f...

I first sang this song at fourteen years old Skipping class, to free my head, and walking home alone Stood upon the bridge of Spey, imagin...

Crazy Tim strummed his banjo beneath the monkey-puzzle trees that crowded around his crumbling home. As the romantic bards saw nature throu...

Oh ladies, why won't you show me, Show me, oh why why why why! Perhaps a ballad could persuade your kind, And my voice; warm, Scotti...

My Dear Paralysis Do you dream of caves, cold and dismal, Deeply buried far abyssal, In utter trance, black as the lakes, ...