if you’re listening, i hope you hear me

Words can hurt. That's the bottom line. If you haven't experienced that yet... well... anyway. I wrote a song a while back after being hurt by hurt by someone I loved. The lyrics came easily, and the melody said whatever I hadn't managed to get down in words. Now I've made a video. You can...

It’s really the small things

Asylum

I am the mental hospital that hoards the crazy of your love. It’s out of control, trying to be controlled in here. So wild our memory locks jam and we forget words but hum along anyway to the lyrics of “rescue me”. I don’t remember. I don’t remember the unlove before you walked through creaky...

Like fudge on fire, so is my nylon-stringed guitar

Not everything has to be a poem. Thus begins the journey across my nylon-stringed guitar: I eye it, like a hungry-for-love bachelor eyes oestrogen at a bar. It is a warm, caramel brown like fudge on fire. Its frame is perfect. I grab it fiercely off it's wall-bracket like I'm picking up an axe for...