Like my other recent songs, “The Nine” is an ambient piece that puts one of my Avalon poems into a mystical soundscape. None of the drones are synthesizers; they are … Continue reading Song: The Nine
The Nine came to bear his broken body back, to heal in tandem with the war-scorched earth. Bowed by his betrayals and his wounds, he falls out of the story … Continue reading Poem: The Nine
The heat lays sultry over the land, buzzing with flies and soaked with sweat. A plague keeps us from our usual haunts, which means it’s a good time to record … Continue reading Song: The Gift
Enjoy a musical rendition of my poem “Establishing Sacred Center,” here called “Avalon.” It features vocals, steel-tongue drum and frame drum. Listen to more free music at Kwannon.net!
You just want to go home to your family, you said, and it isn’t your fault that your family is more important than mine. Gold star families. You think of … Continue reading Poem: Heracles
Sister, watch the mist rise from the cooling lake, the clouds emerging from the waters one by one. Like cloaked women, they rise and walk across to land, their veils … Continue reading Poem: The Mist
A new Kwannon song, featuring the kantele run through a phaser, the Voice of God frame drum and hand claps.
You know the image: the weathered-face man, squinting in the sun, the vast plains opening their blank page to his writing. A homestead, maybe some horses, always a fence. Self-created, … Continue reading Poem: Sufficiency
It’s simple, you said, a matter of three beasts: a dog, a sheep and a wolf. The dog protects the sheep from the wolf who, ravening, seeks only to rend, … Continue reading Poem: The dog, the wolf, the sheep
Every summer, the bugs chew my flesh into raw welts wherever naked, perhaps enforcers of modesty aghast over an ankle’s bare turn, not to mention the white slabs of thigh … Continue reading Poem: Bug feast