Harping On You!

You Never Even Called Me by My Name

Are you a person who forgets a name the second after its stated? How about over-asking or a standard … “sweetheart, honey, darling”, etc.? Maybe a formal name will do (Sir) or perhaps a slang slur can slip for an individual (Oopsie, Tootsie). As for me, there’s to many nicknames to mention without complete and utter humiliation and way too many inflammatory names slung in my direction for my “delicate” preferences “these days” to reference.

Harping On You!

This story softly strumming your summer way; plucked from so long ago, probably ancient history, for sure. About two emerald-eyed siblings left abandoned in the “old country” of Ireland. Noel and Shelly their names, and they embarked on a quest for reasons pertaining to extreme elements, a magical harp, bloody wars, hunger of epic proportions, and a mystical doorway only accessible during solstice.

Come Along

Come along with me, you’ll see … and we’ll seize this day! Imagined voice, wicked slide guitar for this electro musical backdrop, sentiments, and badass stylings from the gorgeous and timeless, Titiyo, circa 2001. My first ghost story of 2024 for your enjoyment. Brought to you by a blazing campfire from an indigenous epic storyteller among “other things” at Lake Camanche in Northern California.

A Vociferous Locomotive Breath

In today’s shuffling madness of the locomotive breath (or industry, industrials, or the indestructible), runs the all-time “loser” headlong to his death. Inspired, more ways than one; here, there, online everywhere … by skies of Wi-Fi, clouds of memories, and the lyrics of Jethro Tull’s ballad to trains, scary planes of existence, and God’s awesome process; also, endearingly a friend named Charlie, classic rocks, and karaoke.

Zana Do's & Don'ts Part II

“You have to believe we are magic” “Through every turn I’ll be near you I’ll come anytime you call I’ll catch you when you fall I’ll be guiding you”