Instagram…a musical lament Lyrics by Robert McBryde Music by Andy McClelland I’m a fledgling pseudo writer, Just a flash in the pan, A decrepit low tech geezer, But I’m told I need Instagram. My book has very few readers, I’m an also-ran, But young folks say that the solution, Is a presence on Instagram. They..
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I Love Toddlers I love toddlers….toddling, waddling… Hopping Leaping Swaggering Staggering Dancing Playing Prancing Scowling Yowling Pinching Howling Slumbering Spitting Hitting Biting Devouring Laughing Bleating Kicking Gyrating Smiling Chuckling Tasting Regurgitating Doodling Scribbling Smacking Crying Painting Stomping Singing Prying Staring Marching Hacking Hopping ..
Asparagus Veins In very early childhood, I learned that my poor mother suffered From what I understood to be asparagus veins. Even at four years of age, I found this bizarre. The veins of her legs were bulbous and swollen. But they were dark purple, not cheerful green. (I checked them out in summer when..
Leonard Cohen: They’ve got you covered First off…a confession …until very recently, I had no idea what a “cover tune” meant. Second confession: Now that I know that “covers” refer to artists interpreting other artists’ work, I have to say that there are a great many cover versions of tunes that I prefer to..
Avignon January 2024: A winter landscape and a bridge to nowhere There is a stark beauty to this winter landscape: Pared down. Bare bones. Hills swallowed by the mist. A bridge Cut off abruptly. Leading to nowhere. A river flowing to the sea. Here’s an eraser. Remove that man from the scene. In..
I had to bring my 10-month-old baby son to Short Story class at CEGEP Champlain St. Lawrence junior college in Quebec City in January 1982 A Classroom Visitor: January 1982 One’s life is an urn Smashed into shards Made up of memories Sparked, determined, and falsified by Songs, stories, and photographs. Photos create shards…
‘Twas the night before Christmas…green-chinned version Whilst we were in Thailand during the festive season, I contracted a nasty tropical skin infection. Here I have written some silly doggerel about this ordeal based on an old familiar poem. ‘Twas the night before Christmas, I awoke with a clatter, And beetled to a mirror, To..
Sad Lisa As a person suffering from acute anxiety, I’m haunted by this beautiful, poignant song. En tant que personne souffrant d’anxiété aiguë, je suis hantée par cette chanson magnifique et poignante. (1) Yusuf Cat Stevens, Sad Lisa, Festival de Viña 2015 HD 1080p – YouTube Sad Lisa She hangs her head and cries on..
My old friend Andy McClelland is a brilliant singer/songwriter, an Indie musician with an amazing portfolio. He has given me a wonderful Christmas gift by turning two of my poems into songs. Here is the second tune called… Anne Is The True Artist In Our Home You can give the tune a listen by..
My old friend Andy McClelland is a brilliant singer/songwriter, an Indie musician with an amazing portfolio. He has given me a wonderful Christmas gift by turning two of my poems into songs. Here is the first tune called… I’m a Grandpa for Rent (Lyrics by Robert McBryde) Give the tune a listen by clicking..