Monthly Archives: December 2012

365 DotU, Day 125 Wishes You A Happy New Year (Again)

You know, when I started this little challenge, I had the (thoroughly ridiculous) notion that I could actually do it in one year. I figured I’d front load a bit — you know, do a few songs in a single … Continue reading

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365 DotU, Day 124 Has A Twinkle In Its Eye

Whew! Been a while, eh? Well, busy busy, excuses excuses, etc. Today’s offering is offered with just a little sort-of guilt. As I shoveled my driveway yesterday, Gillian Welch came up in my iPod, and she had a message for … Continue reading

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The Old Man and the Ghosts: Humbug

There is always something more to lose. Always. So now I wake with the light of a tired winter sun through my torn curtains, and my lips curve into a smile of infinite relief. I laugh, and while my voice … Continue reading

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The Old Man and the Ghosts: Future

The chime that marks the lateness of the hour is also the sound of a coffin lid closing. It brings to mind the smell of fresh turned earth and old flowers. It’s all made up of pine splinters and junk … Continue reading

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The Old Man and the Ghosts: Present

“Wakey Wakey, Ebenezer! Don’t you want to see what I’ve brought you?” Whatever it is, it is warm. It makes the room around me feel smaller, closer. “Come on now, Ebbie, doesn’t it smell delicious, after all of that gruel … Continue reading

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The Old Man and the Ghosts: Past

There’s a certain sound the rain makes on the roof during that first heavy storm of spring. It’s a seductive rhythm that lulls one’s mind into a state of peaceful receptivity, hypnotic in its not-quite-irregularity. One is always listening for … Continue reading

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The Old Man and the Ghosts: Interlude

“What is it?” You ask me this as if the question were reasonable.  I do not have an answer. After a lifetime of fighting it, I am certain only of what it is not. I know it by the smoke-drawn … Continue reading

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