Chris White Chris White. His name was Chris White. The name returned to me “out of the blue” as they say–in fact it I was gazing on a gnarled grey sky, up to which ghostly ringlets of steam escaping my shower ascended like released souls returning to a primordial mass. The name only occurred toContinue reading “Ephemera”
Our zeitgeist: everything is revealed and nothing is known.
Me? I hope to go out singing, defiantly. Like DeNiro’s redneck Nemesis in Cape Fear, warbling in tongues as the rising tide consumes him. I want to play myself over this way, a segue between shows, until the dirty water fills my lungs. It’s not bravery, it’s denial; and denial gets a bad rap. DenialContinue reading “Cadence Song”