*Spell Book*

Silent Space... Fly me to the Moon, At least somewhere full of stars. Maybe the dusty red fields of Mars, The silent night of galaxies, Too ...

Everybody's Down...  Put me in hole, Way down deep, Lay down your darkness, At my feet, And there I'll meet, All those secrets, That...

The Bandana King...  That small square of cotton, Ancient symbol of freedom, Comfort and protection, A place to hide, A way to be seen, Hot ...

Pandemerica...  Solidarity, Fissures, Facts, Fakes, In the end it's what it takes. Survival with a smile, Breaking do...

The Legend Of Lone-Hand Dan... Euchre - the only team sport that uses playing cards. He lived in the Carlton Hotel, An old run-down place ...

A Well-Watered Grave...  Sometimes forgotten old things bubble to the surface of your particular pool of time, Most especially in this era o...

Love Zone...  You're in my love zone, This ain't a friend zone, I believe in you, Know this is true, Baby you never have to be alone...

Sonicque...  All this sound locked in my head, A bottled-up devotion, Right brain in chains, Clock-constrained, A slave to the ...

Binary...  ...Is a natural force in my life, Like air or fire, Water or earth, I could not live without it, On and off, Electricity making p...

Hello Darkness My Old Friend...   It seems you're here to dance with us again, Daylight savings had to end, Early to work and leaving la...

I'm The Divider!  Act One: Shopping I bought a new label, Shiny on my table, From a reporter, Blogger, Caster, Vlog...

The Human Hours...  Don't get me wrong, Workaholic stoicism has its place, Most particularly in the hearts of those who count beans, Yet...

The Howling...  In November the winds remain, Diminished in force, Yet colder and sullen, A foreboding season, Still the cornucopia of harve...

Crescendo...  Rains fall like Niagara in the soaked and shivering East, Snow builds mountains in the Rockies and Northern Plains, D...

Flying Home...  Cool grey skies overcast blanket, Corn-stubble muted tawny gold, Canada geese blend into either, As the grasses join in to w...

The Old  Stories...  i cant tell now if the old stories were wilder, Less inhibited, More macabre, Or just less tainted by ...

The Grand Opening...  At this time, On this night, Through the thinnest of veils, Spirits may rise and shine, As we all turn to the inside, ...

The Originals...  The people you grew up with, Scattered like Autumn leaves from the same tree, Some from the very same branch, Other from a...