Playing catch with Priya, also known as random updates with some Proto-Indo-European tossed in just ‘cause

We must remember that music is more than sound and clamor; it is rest, the silence between notes. I suppose it’s a bit of a fallow time for me, creatively. I continue to plug away at my daily poems – and share them here, albeit not in order – and practice the sitar. I sing […]

Pure romance: What we learn from the Muse and that dude with the arrows

Wild nights – Wild nights!Were I with theeWild nights should beOur luxury! – Emily Dickinson I write an awful lot about love, both in the philosophical/theological sense and through poetry. The kind of love I write about in my philosophical musings, though, isn’t what most people think of when they stumble over the L-brick. Nah, they’re […]

Her white cloak brings the spring (a poem for Imbolc)

Her white cloak brings the spring. Oh, you have forgotten? Are you so blind from white snow and sky, everywhere white and cold blue, glacial in its speed and its time? In its speed and its time — underneath Her white cloak the soil — warm and awake. Even now, buds reach up but not […]

Poetry, music and some pretty old tunes

This morning, I was listening to one of my favorite albums: Layne Redmond’s “Invoking Aphrodite,” which is inspired and built upon ancient musical traditions. Redmond, who died last year, was a master of the frame drum — one of the oldest instruments in the world, depicted in ancient tomb art, pottery and more. “Invoking Aphrodite” is […]

Poem: 0. The Fool

Crap, I wrote this last year and never pressed go! Another poem, scribbled in a fit of whimsy on my couch the other day. Oh, I have spent my life walking on the air. Yes, I feel those white teeth nip my ankle, hear the warning bark, all well-meant, herding back to a grounded […]

Poem: the birth of Aonghus Og

Love is born when the rainmerges with the river,the two planes meet, silver,as birds and fish dart through. Keep the secret from wellsthat we don’t need them now,that sky and stream provideas snow edges to mud. And then, the sun stands still.So long it seems, so longout of reach, veiled by cloudand distance, a mirage. […]

Pandora: A poem

Found these notes scribbled in one of my files. While I apparently meant to assemble the pieces into a longer poem, I’ll string them together into their own piece here. Perfect hands trace the lid,keys etched in clay, a chainof shark’s teeth and their warning. Then, curiosity liftsa gauzy wing, a jeweled eye.White teeth pierce […]

Waiting: A poem

The chime of a wineglass a flask, a door chain — grain nodding its head fed by slow sun and wind — sin is it to shout without: the stifling wait? Gate silent, latched — I hatched a plan to hear, cheer the initiating creak — seek the first sight of loved ones — oh […]

Spring: A ditty

Rain and thunder, thunder and rainComes the spring with its mud and its painAs the hull cracks and the new leaf, rawpokes through the ash in delicate awe. The robins cry: Enemy, away!Trilling threats, masculine displayattacking reflections trapped in glassand landing on their robin-y ass. (OK, so I’m not Mary Oliver!)

notes on “Search”

A radio station in Hong Kong is putting together a music project based on David Eagleman’s Forty Tales from the Afterlives. Being Kwannon fans, they asked me to contribute a track. (Yay!) I struggled for a while with the project. Eagleman’s book is intriguing, but many of the tales are tragic; the book’s theme seems to […]