On The Rocks

The Magic of Christmas When I was three, and my sister six, we asked my father how the angel got way up to the top of the tree each Christma...

It wasn’t long after we bought our house in upstate NY that we met our new neighbor. He came down the driveway in a beat-up truck, screaming...

  In a fit of delirium, after 12 hours in the sugaring shack, I wrote a poem set to music, or if you prefer the more popular term, a so...

Break out the buckets Go find the taps Pull on your Wellies It’s time to tap sap! Freezing at night-time And warm in the...

Silent, 'cept for the birds Quiet, though the wind's in the trees Hushed, yet the frogs croak their songs The buzz in the ai...

The Hilltop at Night I walk through clover up the gentle slope amid twinkling, earthbound stars The Summer breeze lifts the musky arom...

   While preparing for a show, I always escape to the woods near my house with my trusty recorder and headphones and walk along the lake rec...