Heylo!

 

I've got a real short song that didn't make the album called "Holding On" as a free download on my bandcamp.  What comes with it is a PDF of poetry, lyrics and photos I wrote and collected throughout my (successful) Kickstarter campaign called "South for the Winter:Migration"  You can check it out here!

 

Also, here's an excerpt

 

New York is vast.

Not vast like the tundra or the steppe.

Not vast like the Colorado sky.

Not vast like what I imagine Antarctica feels like.

But 32,000 people can gather together and still not everyone knows.

Or appears like they know.

Or looks at you when you enter the train with an enormous newspaper detailing

General Assemblies and debating Spokes Councils,

Interviews with Sanitation,

Cries for Oakland.

On the way to 5pm and you wonder what these are people are doing.

You wonder if anyone will show up.

You wonder what will happen.

How cold it is up there.

On the bridge.

Three hours later you’ve come and gone

From Foley Square to Crown Heights for poetry and apple pie

And back again.

Trying to make out a glimpse of people or police lights on the Brooklyn Bridge

As the Q train takes you safely to a Rodeo bar,

Where some French woman offers to buy you a sambuca

And you refuse.