"The Cough of a Dead Man" by Andrew B. Clark - Spoken Word Playing with Adobe's new audio enhancer (AI tool). Adobe enhancer mixes and levels out the speech to virtually professional levels (virtually). My original was recorded at my desk on my Apple wired headphones... (yes the cheap ones with the mic on the [...]
Talk to me about being sad. Tell me about the ache, the pain, the weight of fate that takes and takes until there’s nothing left. Talk to me about “Tomorrow’s another day.” As if you’d opened your eyes to nothing there, talk to me about being sad. Talk to me about being loved. Tell me [...]
New moon. Crescent moon. Quarter moon, more; Theobald Packenstance believed the mystic lore. His heart whispered secrets - twisted, taught, and tight Of children, monsters, and mystics who danced in the night. New moon. Crescent moon. Quarter moon light; Theobald’s dreams kept him sleepless at night. To journey away, to travel through space That’s what [...]
Simon Star Clouds painted bright against a blue wall. Children to dance. Legos to fall. My son stood strong to defend his blockade, to stand straight and tall, never to fade. "MOUNT UP!" He called, and it echoed the halls, to closets, to bathrooms to pantries, to walls. "MOUNT UP, I SAY!" another loud gong. [...]
Captain S I bring to you, Captain, a man with heavy heart. Lacking in faith, lost to his world, he needs your art. Hold his soul and break the bondage from this fear. Give back his voice so the world can hear. His ship lists long - a swell of a violent, dark night. Standing [...]
Cough of a Dead Man I sat next to God at a bus stop tonight, cold, wet, musty and old. Too nervous to move, I stared at the deck. He poked his finger into a cigarette pack, rustling for a Marlboro – stuck. And with the cough of a dead man, he asked for a [...]
Stand Proud Stand proud my father. Stand proud. Bring the past with you - leave it at the door, For, with me, the past has gone. Step up and walk with me, father. Walk. Ease your mind. Soften your brow. Breathe easy and talk. Keep your eyes high, father. Look ahead. Raise your thoughts, your [...]
Puttyville Welcome to Puttyville - one house on another. To look from a distance your father, my mother? Beige, tan and gray they blend with the green, too common and dull to ever be seen. Yet at night, in the dark, some voices cry out, from window to doorway to garages throughout; I see the [...]
