(Help me to love…) My naivete is endless I think very simply and without much depth I act on impulse without thought to reception, intention and consequence I am your mouth and I butcher your words You have called me to create You have put this great love inside me and it overflows But I [...]

I found today’s song review, first of hopefully many, on NPR’s SXSW mix page. The page allows you to stream over a hundred artists that played SXSW last week, and download some of the songs. Actually, quite a few of them. About 30 or so, but who’s counting, right? One of the songs I downloaded [...]

Upon finishing New Brunswick, New Jersey Goodbye on Saturday, I think I’m glad I read it. I like that I was immersed in another’s experience of punk rock, and I liked the description of the New Brunswick scene, although it was minute. I also would have loved a companion CD with the book of the [...]

Young Widows are a three piece, post-hardcore band from Louisville, Kentucky. The band has been around since 2002, though their beginning was as another Louisville band, the metalcore gods Breather Resist. B.R. called it quits in 2005, and three of the four members stayed on to form Young Widows (not without first considering “Breather Resist” [...]

This is too funny.  There’s a couple pretty sweet lines, but it’s mostly ridiculous.  The sweet ones are bolded.  This is a piece I wrote for the Papyrus on April Fools’ Day, April 5th, 2006: These pretzels are making me thirsty… You wouldn’t believe just how much I’ve eaten in the past two hours, just [...]

Fire is very beautifulHow it consumes what it is burningBut gives life through light and heatAnd gives death through smoke and ash

You always ask questions that you already know the answer to had you only taken the time to think But I love it when you answer your own question I love seeing the light flash in your eyes The sudden realization “Oh”

You’d probably do about anything for a buck-fiftyIs that what you’re trying to tell me, bud?Nobody gives a ____ about what you’re sayingPerhaps we should display the qualifications of a refill, so everyone knows beyond doubt whether they’re entitled oneYou ____headYou have to be kidding meYou’re probably the guy who asks for a discount because [...]

Don’t we often forgetThat we’re naked in our headDon’t we often neglectThat our nakedness is like dead weightDon’t we so quickly forgive ourselvesFor our lack of intentionalityTo scrub the dirt from our nails

I live in a city that never ends. I often forget you have a personal name.