Festival’s Over

The festival is over, the party’s at an end. Where we met mere days before, we now prepare to leave as friends, the cleaning crew is hard at work as I walk out the door, ...

Going Home

Home is where the heart is, or so the people say, I feel my blood pulse through my veins, my heart feels miles away. I do not wish to share your bed, nor wish to ...

Swan Song

There’s a barn swallows nest in the dimmer rack, the producer ran screaming and he ain’t coming back. I just heard a pop from the stage left stack, and the sound board op had a ...