It’s been a long time, but I’m dropping into the Poetry Friday crowd again – at least for one week. I rediscovered this poem a few days ago, then revised and tweaked. As one does. The Poetry Friday roundup is
A moment of inspiration became an hour of perspiration as I fashioned an entry for Susanna Leonard Hill’s 4th Annual HALLOWEENSIE CONTEST! The challenge? Write a 100 word Halloween story appropriate for children (title not included in the 100 words),
New Strings For Ukulele By Jim Hill Uncoiled, detangled, threaded over-under-through, Bridge and saddle, knotted, tied then Wound and wound and wound and Stretched and wound. Na fig dab wees Keep winding, keep stretching, keep – Oh that knot that
The Mister Bug adventure has just about wrapped up. Last Spring I posted the demo of the song I submitted to the Eventide Arts Songwriting Contest. Much to my surprise, it won. Many thanks to the good folks at Eventide
I think anyone that ever played dress-up will have fun with this one. I have an extensive list of hats to add, so many stanzas to go before I sleep. Enjoy. Should it be a song? A picture book? Hmmm.
This week I’ve been looking to nature and experimenting with haiku. I also picked up Guyku: A Year of Haiku for Boys by Bob Raczka, perfectly illustrated by Peter H. Reynolds. Talk about two great tastes that taste great together! Words
Here’s the demo track of Mister Bug recorded today with Andy Rapo. It’s a bit rough, but not bad considering how quickly we did it. Andy is a whiz in the home studio and has a pretty nice set up.
This week’s poem comes courtesy of the bumble bee crawling around the red azalea given to my wife on Mother’s Day, the very funny (and so NSFW) “Political Talk with Two Guys from Boston” segment in Dana Gould’s podcast, and
Monstrous by Jim Hill Up all night? Can’t sleep a wink? What’s the trouble guys? Do you think that squeaky shriek, Could lead to your demise? I’m no weirdo just because, You find things too creepy. The shadows from a
No, I don’t have a four-year old wunderkind that may, sometimes act up. Especially if there’s too much juice involved. Why do you ask? The Empty Juice Box Blues by Jim Hill I’ve had me some timeouts, My best friends