Written about my experience at a powerful cascade near Sacred Suenos farm. 30+ meters tall in a narrow hollow about a 30 minute hike down the mountain. I couldn't resist skinny-dipping and a couple of good wolf howls. A holy place indeed. 

Can't wait to record it with a churango!

Padding downward on the steeps, steel-eyed and womb-deep
In the middle of the world, there's a kindness in the darkened earth
Sound of the fiercest thirst, like a thunder quietly yearns

Open in a howl

Hollow of the silver hand dares you to stand, baptized in blue
Sun striking all the gold, burning bare to the bones
Troubled pool, breath that blows, while you float, pale as a stone

Open in a howl

Wolf-Hearted Draft

Just a quick take while I had access to a guitar. 

All the secrets of my blood you were holding on your tongue like a flower that never bloomed
Whet the sharp blade of longing, made like a house without a door

All my life I was waiting like a cherry tree in the snow. 

But brokenness is not the end of the story I'm in
So I can love you, even if I don't get to come along for the ride

Now's the time to reach out and invite love to the marrow of the bone

So I'm shedding grief. Like a snakeskin I'll leave it all behind on the tide
And in the darkness sweetly sleeps the seed of all I could be if I want.


Dark Anniversaries - Draft 2

Again just a quick track while I had a guitar for the afternoon.

Padding downward on the steeps, steel-eyed and womb-deep
In the middle of the world, there's a kindness in the darkened earth
Sound of the fiercest thirst, like a thunder quietly yearns

Open in a howl

Hollow of the silver hand dares you to stand, baptized in blue
Sun striking all the gold, burning bare to the bones
Troubled pool, breath that blows, while you float, pale as a stone

Open in a howl

Wolf-hearted Woman



Wolf-hearted -draft 2


A sonnet I memorized on my way through Peru which has become a keystone of sorts for my journey. I'm hoping to write music on the churango for it. 

Soneto LXXVIII 
Pablo Neruda
 No tengo nunca más, no tengo siempre. En la arena 
 la victoria dejó sus pies perdidos. 
 Soy un pobre hombre dispuesto a amar a sus semejantes. 
 No sé quién eres. Te amo. No doy, no vendo espinas. 
 Alguien sabrá tal vez que no tejí coronas 
 sangrientas, que combatí la burla, 
 y que en verdad llené la pleamar de mi alma. 
 Yo pagué la vileza con palomas. 
 Yo no tengo jamás porque distinto 
 fui, soy, seré. Y en nombre 
 de mi cambiante amor proclamo la pureza. 
 La muerte es sólo piedra del olvido. 
 Te amo, beso en tu boca la alegría. 
 Traigamos leña. Haremos fuego en la montaña.

Sonnet 78 by Pablo Neruda

Inspired by a certain fellow in Lima, Peru. Written in Bajo Pichinaki, Peru at Finca Enamorate. Recorded in the living room of the staff house at Backpacker's Hostel in the Atacama desert, Chile.

Can you feel the rumble in the steel bars?
There's ladders on the boxcars, and they're callin' out, "All, All Aboard!"
Hear her rumblin' 'round the bend; she's comin', comin' for you. 

Yeah this train is like a song without a tune
Just one note,
like a name that won't let go

No matter how many miles you might roam. 

Yeah this train is like a hope without a home
Howlin' alone 
'cross the landscape of your soul. 

This Train

For James
Charango: c (step down two frets), partial F; full G, Am, partial F 2x, Em Am, Partial F

You are waiting in the dark, and death had left its mark on all you'd made
Don't be afraid to believe and
Don't be afraid to leave
the death you know for the life you need

Come out, O, come out

Winter Bird