SHITSTINCT

(n.) That deep gut feeling that tells you something is absolute bullshit before you even have proof. No screenshots, no evidence, no full story yet, just your body simply whispering, "Babe, this smells wrong." And somehow, your shitstinct is…

Today, a new song clawed its way into existence.

For now, it bears the name
“Knives Out; Feeling My Way.”

We’ll see if the title survives the weathering.
Some songs arrive fully dressed for the world. Others pace the hallway…

Mirascope
Brian Orozco

After the step I assumed
was last was another.
One explains
the sum of color.
Deciduous images
smuggled from sleep.
Now of these
two, pick one, and from
these four, pick three,
says the cuck.
In quicksand—as…

I’ve always had a childlike fascination with Mount Everest—the idea of those early adventurers setting out to summit the world’s highest peak, taking on risks that feel almost unimaginable by today’s standards. Back in the 1940s and 50s, the danger…

“Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”

—Kafka

Dungarees on Spotify

This feels close in spirit to a lot of modern working-class poetry — where transcendence is constantly interrupted by cigarettes, schedules, fatigue, and economic reality.

Author: Matthew Rice
Work: plastic: A Poem
Form: a sequence of clock-time fragments following workers…

“Boileau said that Kings, Gods, and Heroes only were fit subjects for literature. The writer can only write about what he admires. Present day kings aren’t very inspiring, the gods are on a vacation, and about the only heroes left…

Welcome,

I have a new song called Dungarees officially releasing end of this week. You can hear it right now. Thank you for supporting my songwriting journey.

The reference track for my upcoming release—“Sorry I’m Late, I Didn’t Want to…

I keep all my original songs in a spreadsheet and let a random shuffle decide the pick. Today it landed on “Submarine,” a track released both as a single and later on my album Many Faces. I love this…

It’s love that never spoke its name, understood only when it’s far too late—no sentimentality, just a slow, hard reckoning.

Those Winter Sundays

By Robert Hayden

Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the…

You know I can 
control the weather
with my moods. 
I just can't control 
my moods is all.

-Nick Cave

Dungarees is now officially set to hit the streaming cosmos on 8 MAY 26.

Here is a lyric snippet

"It’s not that I’m hopeless, but hope needs a break,
And the sun hides his face , he’s just tired today…

Most people don’t notice how much of their day is decided before they even wake up—grooves worn deep by habit, not choice. Every so often, I snap the needle on purpose: take the wrong road, strike the wrong chord first…

So Much Happiness
Naomi Shihab Nye
1952 –
 

It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls…

“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and being alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on…

Final Prep Done. Song launched to distributor for inspection. 8 MAY 26 Boom. It's a celebration

New Single: Dungarees: 8 MAY 26 Release

A friend gifted me a book of poetry by Mary Oliver called Felicity. I had to look the word up.

It made my word of the day.

Felicity is a word with a few closely related meanings, all centered on…

The song might feel like it just shows up one day—there it is, Dungarees, sitting in your feed like it always existed. Three minutes. A cover image. Maybe a line that sticks.

But before that, it’s forms. Decisions. Second…

Stay close to any sounds that make you glad you are alive.

Hafez

I started the novel Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck the other day. The bolded line below is the excerpt from a poem by Robert Burns that inspired the title of the book.

The words are difficult to comprehend…

Get -Up Action this weekend and FM Six the next. Full schedule and looking forward to both events.

I speak with the future

Jane Hirshfield

We sit on our skeletons’ bones. 
We hear with our skeletons’ bones.
We speak of beauty by moving our jaws and our teeth.

The original meaning of Paradise: a place, 
a walled garden. …