So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you’ve borrowed
From the only place you’ve known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?
Thoughts about writing and life
A simple blog that discusses various topics and issues.
Assays and Essays in the Speculative
Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.
Scaring the pants off you in public since 2014
Do more of what you love
Turning Tears and Laughter into Words
Yeah, just all this pretty much.....
Thunderdome for Writers
"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music." Aldous Huxley
Writing that's straight up with a twist
SOME GUYS JUST AREN'T CUT OUT FOR A 9 TO 5...
“The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot forever fence it out.” J.R.R. Tolkien
A Story Begins
Words, Words, Words
Vers Les Etoiles 
I absolutely love this song — and Blower’s Daughter might just be the most beautiful piece of music ever.
I think that song was my first intro to Damien Rice