Terror forms an opinion,
       makes hostile urges a martyr.
One does not survive without tranquil
       adherence to a subtle light:
The sanctity of each moment,
       its own death assured,
Our escape, a chance or loomed in fate
       as all horizons burn dusky,
And we hold onto one another to remain
       moored to sanity,
Time’s anti-thesis, healing rather than

Fear is self-hatred,
       a barking delusion
Quieted in a breath, away
       but not

Best Songs of 2016

This is my annual round up of favorite songs from the calendar year. I didn’t have nearly the time to find new music this year as it has been for me chaotic and exhausting much of the time. However, here are the five that blared from my speakers the most.

“Running with the Wild Things” 路 Against the Current
A hard driving pop-punk tune with new-wavey overtones. I love the mix of heaviness and buoyancy in this song.

“Hungry” 路 White Lungs
Another great mix of melody and discordance. And the most intriguing composition lyric-wise on this list.

“Born for Me” 路 The I Don’t Cares
Paul Westerberg remade this song from an earlier solo album with another indie rock veteran, Juliana Hatfield. The result is sublime rock and roll.

“The Last Thing on my Mind” 路 The Joy Formidable
TJF make some of the most epic sounding music without ever resorting to theatrics or overwrought arrangements. This one never fails to move me.

“Adore” 路 Savages
Brutally subdued is the phrase that best describes this song. Awesome.


“I raised my head. The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky — seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.”
–Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
The stars are spurious,
Lights out of sync with the hours
That slip through my momentous hands:

The darkness.
Perfect moments hide their ambitions,
wipe away the connections
between breath and life;

taken from me . . .
I decided, only, to walk this valley
Enfolded within these dawning ruminations
Without seeing . . .

“That sliver of moon broke through.”
Hope smiles out from imperfect guises.
I recall now

ripple of fate.