Oh, I’ve Got Gigs!
I still feel like a bear slowly coming out of hybernation.
I still feel like a bear slowly coming out of hybernation.
I know a little thing; it’s how to play the guitar Sometimes it takes me little, sometimes it takes me far I’m as good as some, not as good as most I love that I can play it, but do not like to boast.
A concrete world, neon flashing lights, Deep fried dainties on a Saturday night.
The next day a text, Covid-19 in his chest I canceled all of my students, thinking it best Thinking of anyone who had come into my space Thankfully, outdoors, I wear a mask on my face.
I like this picture; I like it a lot, It was taken between lessons, I taught. First piano and then guitar did we learn, It’s how I make the money, I earn. It’s a lovely way to spend my day, Listening to my students play. We tap our feet and…
Older Student: “I pulled a muscle in my back.” Me: “Me too, getting older is hell.” Younger Student: “I saw a ceramic doll on the side of the road, it’s eyes bore into my soul.” Me: “I saw a cloud that looked like a bunny.” Older Student: “I went walking…
My students come to learn to play, They must also practice everyday. They cast their eyes down to the ground, When they play and make an awful sound. Did you practice? I ask of them, As they try to play the piece over again. A few minutes here, a few…
I’m busy doing what I’m always doing, looking at music, trying to learn, trying to write, trying to stay one step ahead. A text from a guitar student’s mom, asking if I am home. I always hesitate since the Pandemic started, not much for socializing, my choice. She states that her…
Him: “Hey Katrina!!!” Me: (thinking Curses, I’ve been spotted) He rides his skateboard up my driveway Him: “So, I got a family acoustic guitar, but it only had two strings. Me: (Imagining this small boy with a large acoustic guitar) Him: “So, I used the electric guitar strings that you…
Basura Cat found her favorite spot on the floor, Saying, that she is not moving anymore. It’s her favorite space in the entire house, She won’t move, not even for a mouse. It’s next to where my students come and sit, They don’t seem to mind Basura Cat, no not…