A New Song 

This song came to me in a songwriting group, led by Peter Mulvey. For me, the man is a catalyst. He hummed the melody and played a bouncy accompaniment and I heard the word careful. The rest of the lyrics are below. You can hear a recording here


You’re about to get an earful  
Or even get a mouthful  
And wouldn’t that suck?  

You’re not  
The only story at the bus stop  
The only one who needs a day off  
You’re the loud one on the phone  

I know  
I’m the one who’s got the headphones  
With the monologue of my own  
But it’s the one that I chose  

I’m not  
Trying to keep you within earshot  
So I’m applying earblock  
To hear myself think  

Take me  
Where I can think clearly  
And maybe  
I won’t mind my mind  

This city  
Where everybody sits near me  
And I’m learning how to sit beside myself  

Tell me  
Who’s the tallest in your family  
Who’s carrying a baby  
Who’s carrying grief  
Me, I was an ocean in my past life  
I don’t know why I look away  
When people wave

New Song: In the Beginning 


In the beginning was the word
You say, “Which word?” 
and I start to speak in tongues
Words ignite me, then escape me,
If I’m honest 

In the beginning 
was the explosion 
And the universe gets bigger every day
I hope it’s progress 
It feels like distance 
If I’m honest 

In the beginning 
Was the word 
You say, “Which word?”
I want it to be love 
I’m still deciding 
It’s still expanding 
If I’m honest 

In the beginning 
Was the darkness 
Was the emptiness,
the vacuum,
and the void
Sounds relaxing 
And enticing 
If I’m honest 

In the beginning 
Was the light 
As I write it casts a shadow across the page
I am not hiding 
I am not lying 
If I’m honest