BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… OAK & STONE. High on the mountain ridge, last light of the evening sun shines through the red sumac leaves beneath the cedar and oak. Another long day, another hot summer, another farmers market coming to quiet close. Beyond, the sound of traffic, of slamming car door, of quiet chatter from the…
BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… RIVERS AND LIGHT. The shadows of leaves dance on my living room wall, end of another day, end of another hot summer day. Science tells us, obviously, the earth’s rotation changes our perspective on the sun, just another star in just another galaxy of stars. Just the same, my sun sets, marking…
Isaac Kenneth Music My sound is best characterized as Crooner Country. Smooth and rugged like bourbon and hopeful from years singing in church and around the campfire with family and friends. Merle Haggard, Elvis Presley, Frank Sinatra and Dolly Parton are just a few of the influences I’ve drawn on over the years, with an…
BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT.. CARNIVAL SOUL. The sunset streaks with orange and purple and the wind is blowing from the Southeast, ragged and fitful and soft to the touch. The wind smells of the South, all hints of loblolly pine and eternal sea and summer memory, of summers long ago, and of forbidden Southern rock beneath…
BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… RAIN, SUN, SWEAT. The heat waned marginally as the sun slowed to the horizon. Another day almost done, another mile, another thought, another schedule. Slowly, the crazy and swirling thoughts and voices past and present began to fade. The late afternoon sun might have dropped the temperature, but not the humidity. End…
BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… BARN POEMS. I was about eight years old, wearing overalls, and climbing over the big horse gate in the barn. There were two big horse gates in our little barn, a ladder to the haymow made of mismatched wood, and a little plastic duck with big blue eyes — a duck covered…
BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… SUNSET DEATH. I was up early in the light rain, walking the dogs on the forest trail before getting to my summer work. There had been no rain on the radar or forecast but the showers came down anyway, even as an early sun peeked through the bright grays of the East.…
BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… SKY CHANGE. I took off running after the July thunderstorm, running to the top of the south hill where the big hawthorn grew, running past the grapevines and the plum thicket and the day lilies wet with evening rain.The sky was clearing and I knew, somehow, I should be high up on…
BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… DISCIPLINE & HOPE BENEATH THE SUMMER SUN. The 6:30 Saturday morning alarm sounds and I let it repeat three times before turning it off. In retrospect, choosing a song — and an Enya song at that — may not have been the best idea. The Irish artist’s Forge of Angels keeps lulling…
BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… THE MEMORY CHICKENS. “Your house is like going to grandma’s in the ’90s,” my friend is saying and I’m not sure if I should be amused or insulted. I tend to curate friends who speak their mind. And the eclectic collection of porcelain chickens in the kitchen stare down in an affirming…