By: James Parker

“Charms, curses, laments, shamanic hallucinations, creation stories, health remedies, farming tips, song-battles…”

By: James Parker

“Birds you creak, don’t speak, you grow old/in this home-destroying cold.”

By: Madeline Ashby

“The angel who announced you failed to warn me,/About just how the pain would run deep.”

By: James Parker

“Feel the emptiness, feel the yearning,/feel your grosser elements burning.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“Irrationality… mirrors our individual souls.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“One stood very still, and made strangling sounds with his guitar.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“The horn on the Victrola looked inviting, so I jumped inside.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“There is no end to the ringing.”

By: James Parker

“Behind me, the busy flames,/
the fun and games, the toppling frames.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“This song is sung at top volume.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“The guitar grew heavy, heavier each day.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“I sang directly into a tape recorder.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“Our parents loved your music, but now they are dead.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“I am mute, ignored, covered in dust.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“Never, no matter how easy your instrument, begin to sing.”