Do Not Advance The Action According To A Plan
Mid-July now, and the rain has hammered the house through the early morning, the thunder shaking our little collection of rooms, lightning throbbing at the windows. The cat has curled her dappled grey form across the office printer and refuses to venture outside, waiting for dinner with thinly-concealed dignity and patience. Summer has lingered long …
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The music I've created has in the past been referred to as 'childlike'. I used to feel this was a backhanded compliment, at best, but I've grown to appreciate such observations. On one hand, I very much approach the recording process like a restless kid in a room of endless toys and boundless possibilities. It's …
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The night here is both profoundly deep and somehow depthless, groundfog easing off the roads in swirls and melting away across the tall grasses of the yard. The fireflies flash their tiny beacons in the surreal blue of twilight, the cat curled up in her usual gray heap atop the old chicken coop, listening to …
The customary two weeks of spring for the Memphis area has lapsed, and we're deep in the throes of early summer, at least judging by the soaring temperatures rather than the calendar. The acreage is freshly mown, fireflies beginning to lift from the tangles of weeds in the roadside ditches to flicker and sway in …
Storms the next few days, according to the online weather clairvoyants, wrestling the soaring temperatures back to an autumnal chill, as if our brief and fleeting spring were granted some clemency, a formal means of lingering awhile longer. The sky today is a sullen grey, cars on the highway raising plumes of ditchwater that sound …
It is a rain-hazed day in Fayette County, the kind of day where distances are misjudged over fields and backroads, obfuscated by distortions in the air and between the soaring oaks. Time drips along sullenly, as if begrudging its obligation. I'm preparing for a short drive southward to Jackson, Mississippi, with friends, to make our …
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Let The Seasons Drift 