Lot’s Wife (Claremont, California)

Thatcher Music Building. I follow him wordlessly down the hall. It’s late in the evening and my heavy brown hiking shoes clomp along behind his gray-socked feet slipping soundlessly over the linoleum tiles. I’m mesmerized by his socks. The simple audacity of  refusing to wear shoes despite the publicly accepted custom of public spaces. He turns into a practice room ahead of me with the slightest … Continue reading Lot’s Wife (Claremont, California)

Sounds like Music (another from the high school archives!)

typing i wonder if anyone cares for / believes in… this passion we create the brain on fire only the good writer knows how much is good writing worth? if creation created for adulation is not appreciated does it not exist? if a bird loses sound of its own voice are the notes still there with sounds like music hovering somewhere in the back of … Continue reading Sounds like Music (another from the high school archives!)

Verdi 2.0

Constantly editing! Verdi I grab my head and the sun squirms like mercurial pulsating orange notes pound erotic love sonnets as it rises I cram my brains against the nebulous purple wall trying to discover the perfect word for an egregious essay the stoical radio crackles into an enigmatic tangles of wires and distant waves fading as a tenor’s voice breaks maudlin on the high … Continue reading Verdi 2.0

Verdi

As the notes pound I grab my head and the sun pounds like a pulsating orange as it rises I cram my brain against the nebulous purple wall trying to unearth the perfect word for this essay the radio crackles into the tangles of wires and invisible waves fading as a tenor’s voice breaks on a high A and I wonder how Verdi was able … Continue reading Verdi

Faith, Lust, and Philosophy (Normandy in a day)

Le matin The music. The glorious music. How it resounds throughout the building, deafening, thunderous chords rolling out in waves from the organ. Voices waft eerily up into the cold curving space, intricate as the breaths of angels. Now one understands why Handel, and Mozart, and Fauré wrote like they did. It was music meant for this cathedral, for these cool vaulted stone arches, for … Continue reading Faith, Lust, and Philosophy (Normandy in a day)