The Un-Trampled Blossom...

The Un-Trampled Blossom...

So…for most of 2023 it’s been…quiet. That’s because it has hardly been salad days here at the HQ. I’m a fairly private type, so no need to expand beyond that — but suffice it to say: I’ve had better days! Or, you know, years.

Of course, rough times find us all eventually, it’s a simple human truth, that, like all simple truths, contains multitudes. By that I mean, there’s good and bad in the best of times and also in the worst. It keeps our mushy brains from figuring out this crazy life, leaving us just a little bit of room to worry and wonder. Every time the world tries to break our hearts, there are still battlefield flowers that somehow go un-trampled. Somehow, in all the wreckage and chaos, some magical calculus exists that spares just enough beauty — if we’re lucky enough to recognize it. And that illuminates a dark little corner of the mind and offers us the gift of gratitude.

For instance: (and not to embarrass anyone) A few months back, “S” bought a book for a friend, ”A.” Now here at the HQ we hardly believe in the wanton ravages of Capitalism, but we can begrudgingly admit that, yes, it’s nice to sell a book every now and again.

But better than that is the idea that a reader responded to and now vouches so much for the work that they’ll send it on to a friend. That, right there, that’s the lucre there, y’all! The real dream…made real!

But when a third link in the pay-it-forward chain appear?! When “A” then orders a book for “Z,” — well, that’s enough to soften up even this ol’ world-weary pecan of a heart!

So I wanted to say thanks — publicly. You who’ve done this — both now, and before — know who you are. You’ve taken my work further and wider than I ever could’ve alone, and what’s more, you’ve reminded me why creative folks keep creating in the face of so much noise and apathy. It’s to be part of that larger confluence…part of that inter-mingled exchange of ideas and inspirations.

You all keep me going, and — in this world anyway — that’s a pretty great thing...one we could all use more of in whatever ways we can manage. I hope to find my way back to some projects that, for now, lay fallow. Until then, I won’t forget what you all have done for me.

The Low Grumble of Thunder...

The Low Grumble of Thunder...

Years ago, I had this little ditty published by Six Sentences and, well, I’ve always had a soft spot for it. Mel Bosworth also made a terrific recording of it and — while it’s never appeared anywhere else — I loved just knowing it was out there in the world. I went looking for that terrific recording not too long ago, and unfortunately it seems it has been lost to the vagaries and slow degradation of the interwebs.

The piece has always had exactly the right feel for a more cinematic treatment…and, well, I finally got around to finding the talent folks needed to realize that visual dream! If only I had Mel’s voice to go with it! Oh well, we’ll have to settle for mine. So here we are, years after its original publication, checking yet another little bit off the to-do list of forever.

And Marc Hamill (not that one, I don’t think!) really did It up, really understanding the mood and feel I was after in the piece was after. And when that happens, it always feels like I owe the fates a little thank you…so thank you!

If interested, you can watch other fun stuff over at the Audio/Video, Misc. Page.

The Cicada Has Landed!

At long last (supply chain delays be damned!), we’ve got CICADA in-house and orders will be shipping out directly!

For all who’ve already ordered: I truly can’t thank you enough for your patience. I hate hate hate being late on a release date, but I suppose sometimes things are simply beyond our control. So we do our best, move forward, and try to learn from the process! Any-who…expect a little something extra in your long-delayed orders, as it seemed the least I could do.

It’s been terrific to work, again, with Sean Lynch, and to really take stock of specifically one piece, try to chronicle it from start to finish to better understand what happen with it, and how. It’s easy to lose sight of these subtle kinds of magic in the hustle and bustle of working on whatever’s next. The simple truth is, anything reaching anyone beyond folks we directly know is a kind of miracle, and even when looking deeply at it, there’s just no way to ever fully grasp how a piece connects with others. In fact, since the book was sent off to the printer, I did another cursory search and discovered a couple more tattoos, and even a touching instance where the poem used was a metaphor for someone’s transition into their preferred self. As ever, I am humbled and surprised by everyone who feels a kinship with the poem. And I’m grateful to witness the continued magic of all of this.