A Space True and North

A piano playing soft allowed an aire of sweet melody to escape from the soul of the pianist. Lifts and lilts and warm tones so peaceful sp...

Seeds of this season have long been sown. Now the fragile plants of May are tall and fruitful and groaning for harvest. The season ...

Somewhere in 1967 I started listening to FM radio.   1967 & 1968 were the heady days when FM was outlaw radio.   DJs played what the...

The death of David Bowie has taken me back to the time when I first heard his music.   It was in an ice cream store on the boardwalk.   ...

It was about a decade maybe fifteen years ago that I decided I had to do something to capture what was within me.   I was feeling shackl...

February is relentlessly dark in this northern town.   Grey skies intermittently spit snow. Arctic cold fronts spew horribly strong wind...