Solar Music
She holds sun in her arms, beams. Called forth to music by Faraday’s child. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
You Are My Sunshine, etc.
Missing my babies from way down in Antarctica. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
Riley Park
No poetry today. Perhaps the sounds of my girls is poetry enough. In lieu of poetry, though, a comment: this is my 100th post on what began as a gift to an audiophile friend when our daughters were born. Ale had challenged me to use my microphone to listen deeply to the world; eight years…
Bubble wrap
They are mad syncopation, feet hungry for every last bubble. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
Two Girls on a Bridge
They scream — one clung to the side as the other boldly goes, ferocious feet and a creaking gangplank foundered on this prairie soil. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
Baby laughing
(No poetry needed) CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
Bath Time
These ridges and hollows and uncharted land — side by side we sing our way home. CLICK ON THE RECORDING TO LISTEN