Poem of the Day 5/29/20
Tuning my guitar, Strings vibrating above wood. Notes slide into place.
Author: E.H. Decker
E.H. Decker is the name of a pen, like Mark Twain, not A.T. Cross. Said pen belongs to a father of two writing between jobs on movies, parenting and obsessing over movies, tv, music, wine and words. Comments here are encouraged so long as you can be respectful to others and you have actually taken the time to read what you're commenting on.
Poem of the Day 5/28/20
The wet ground on my feet Fresh cut grass clings to my bare toes- Examining the garden
Poem of the Day 5/26/20- A Dream of the Ocean
I had a dream about the ocean, Laying calm in the morning light As I stood above it On the cliffs in Southhampton. The morning sun raked the rolling tide And speckled that immense blue with white. A soft breeze touched my face And I felt certain that I could fly. And so I flew… Read More Poem of the Day 5/26/20- A Dream of the Ocean
Poem of the Day 5/25/20
A wide-eyed rabbit Sitting still on the wet grass, Watching danger
Diary of a Bad Guitar Player: Gone Loopy
This week I added the ultimate toy for any bad guitar player- a loop station pedal. I have considered getting one for years but held off because I always felt like I should work on my playing and not add gear that would just add to the goofing off at the expense of actual playing.… Read More Diary of a Bad Guitar Player: Gone Loopy
Poem of the Day 5/20/20
A Woodpecker drumming Against a tree, his tapping Echos over sleepy streets.
Poem of the Day 5/19/20
At the bird feeder, Chickadees, Finches, and Swallows- Inside- watching, sipping coffee.
