Have you ever had a dream so real and tangible that you awoke to find yourself in the same motions as you were in the dream? Crying, laughing, orgasming, talking? This morning I was in a dream so vivid and real, capturi…

"It (love) can't be taught, bargained or bought..." was my first vocalist solo in the fourth grade. Unfortunately, everyone had a solo in fourth grade and I had a skewed sense of entitlement to a far longer solo. I mean,…

I wrote this song a few years ago, and as my television somehow landed onto Fox tonight, muted as the vapid commercialism reflected hues of blue and green through my apartment, I thought I'd post a new video as a minor r…

This blog doesn't necessarily dig up old photos, but the nostalgia of rifling through online shots brought me to find the passage I'm including. It's from three or more years ago, when I was pipe dreaming about this rel…

Jim Croce stuck in my head as I click through images of the past few years. The friends and lovers who come and go and I came across this image of my Grandma Blue and grandfather. So young and happy and seemingly in love…