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New Album: Invisible Cities

I am excited to announce the release of my latest album, Invisible Cities, a reflective, enigmatic collection of solo piano pieces inspired by the novel "Invisible Cities" by Italo Calvino. Invisible Cities is available for streaming and download on all major digital music sites, including:  iTunes | Amazon | Bandcamp | Spotify  

Interlude to Water

My performance of Japanese composer Takashi Yoshimatsu's brief Interlude to Water, the fourth piece in his Pleiades Dances I, Op. 27, for solo piano.

Reflecting on Silence

There are long stretches in Martin Scorsese’s new film Silence that are so, well, silent, I couldn’t help but notice a faint, persistent clacking noise coming from behind the theater wall next to me, to my endless irritation. I’m not sure what the sound was, maybe the movie next door, or perhaps the HVAC unit... Continue Reading →

take my hands

take my words untie them like balloons pinch the narrow ends let the hot, wet air come wooshing out until the blubbering and screeching subside take my hands unfurl them like sails raise them, billowed by fierce compassion fill them with white light borne across the dark sea press them into service

foxes

my sister used to fear that a slender fox would scale our house creep through the window on a moonless night, pause– then pounce in the startled silence to gobble her up utterly false, of course foxes, orange and gorged walk right through the damn door brash, in broad daylight clutching an invitation claws retracted,... Continue Reading →

bobbing for apples

my daughter is describing India the contours of its shoreline and just like that I'm off to the backwaters of my brain searching for the capital to impress her there, forgotten facts float like waxy apples, resisting my efforts to retrieve them thrashing in the dark scattering this way & that until, triumphantly– New Delhi!... Continue Reading →

dog blessing

we avoid eye contact on the predawn sidewalk the stranger and me at a crossroads– sprinklers, too close have forced an impasse and his dog, lacking etiquette licks my hand, warm tongue a shock to my cold heart a blessing

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