Making Progress

The house is open, progressive and full of kits and keys for simple sounds. Synths start and synchronize and hints toward the climax, before the four hit the floor. Beat, kick, shrill, beat; the synths and drums drill and floors shake when the bass and speakers meet. Four to the floor, until the Synth sings … Continue reading Making Progress

All Man-Made Roads Lead to a Dead End

Silence speaks to me in my artificial wanderings. Go out But when I do I roll in the grass, its warm prick inviting, the stiff soil and clouds respond and keep the sun in check. Nature produces a hope of its own, but in its wake, my conscience, does not want to be alone. “God, … Continue reading All Man-Made Roads Lead to a Dead End